"This'll be fun," [i]The woman who is not based off RWBY grunted, shakily standing up. Blood caked her shirt and jeans, from both large gashes in her skin as a result of jumping out of a moving train during an explosion, as well as where various areas of her skin were scorched off. Fighting through the pain, she eyed the bandits charging at her, taking a deep breath to slow her beating heart. Now was the time to focus, and everything she did counted. Raising her arms, she pointed her palms towards the mob of bandits, and opened fire, sending four firework missiles their way. The velocity of the fireworks were slower than that of a bullet, however fast enough that dodging it would be more of a challenge than, say, a rock thrown by human arms.[/i]