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Elizabeth looked out over the sands. She had been tracking a group of raiders, having been given a bounty for their leader's head. Sadly, though, at the very moment that she finds them, they end up being engaged with a random caravan.

"God, damnit..." she muttered to herself, unsure if she should wait for the raiders to take out the caravan, or if she should go and help the caravan.

Help Caravan = More Rewards
Let Caravan defeat some raiders = higher chance of survival
ehhh....shoot...bloody effin' morals....


Elizabeth began to make her way down the crest of the dune, her target, the caravan currently sitting like a duck.

Elizabeth made her way towards the caravan. She pulled out her sword, filling it with her inner lightning. Her eyes just barely lit up in the desert sun's light. She deflected the raider's bullets cascading around her, the electricity arcing from her sword's blade to the metal bullets. Running, she soon made it to the downed caravan.

She noticed the four guards, then, walking up behind them she said, "So, how are you guys this fine day?"