Her bullets were special~. The sight of the heiress' blood made her giddy. Yes~ bleed for her! As the next shot raced towards her, she brought her musket up to fire another one of her own.

This time, she aimed at the dog. The bullet raced forward, impacting with the hound over and over again, piercing flesh and relentlessly pounding the hound.

As for the shot aimed at her, Rip dodged, just barely missing the blessed bullet as it cut though her hair, separating strands from her long locks.