Rip tensed, her eyes narrowing at the barb the bride shot at her. No talent!? The huntress growled as hands clenched around the stock of her gun. That woman will pay for that insult! The way her bullets struck over and over again was nothing short of a masterpiece of control!

Rip stood and leaned over the balcony. One tense moment later, she was leaping into the fray below, swinging her musket like a club to any enemy that came near. Her target was obvious. She was heading for Integra, intending to teach the wretched mortal woman a lesson in talent.