The silver vixen spotted something unusual on the raider ,an oversized pistol and various pistol barrels were hung on the hun's belt.
With a smirk she took the weapon and the pistol barrels, and shot the raider dead with the .50 cal pistol, the recoil almost forcing the pilot onto her back as she had not expected such a 'kick to the weapon, after shooting dead the other hun, her ears perked picking up the ratteling of metal, someone else was nearby.
The silver vixen not 'sensing' anything else nearbye, picked up her rifle stowing it on her back holstered the pistol in a holster on her kama's belt, putting the other barrels into pouches on her armor and approached the source of the rattling metal chain, drawing closer to Angel, as she did a abrupt warning beep began to emit from the crashed ship, the pilot paying it no mind.
The cockpit's power system having been damaged in the crash had been forced into some sort of feedback loop that was causing the core to overload. The cockpit exploded in flames sending a shockwave of air across the ground in a small area, and a ploom of dark blue smoke rising into the air. When the smoke had cleared nothing even salvagable was left what few pieces of metal left were too small to be even used as scrap and what did remain of the ship was unusable to any on the planet anyway, where the cockpit was the dirt had been turned to pure glass. in about a meter wide circle, with only the skeletal remains of the outer hull of the ship, even the nearby corpses had been burnt away, except for the two the pilot had killed, their lifless bodies just laying there rotting away.
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