[Mal is a good shot. Actually, she's a great shot, when she puts her mind to it. She has tight focus, and once she latches on to something, she's dogged in ripping it to pieces.]
[Of course, this can be a weakness as well as a strength - because when she sees the flutter of cloth she focuses in on it too hard, to the exclusion of everything else.]
[She smiles around the knife, starts circling around to the decoy, tapping her gun lightly against her leg every few feet. If Racetrack's quiet, Mal's silent, but she's moving fast enough in a straight enough line that she can be seen if someone's looking closely.]
[She makes it to a tree a few feet from "Racetrack," crouches, watches - notices something's not right. The movement of the shirt's too regular, not like breathing - like the wind.]
[Her eyes narrow. Hm.]
[She circles away from the tree again, not far, still visible from Racetrack's perch, but every line of her body's suspicious now as she tries to get a better look.]
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[Of course, this can be a weakness as well as a strength - because when she sees the flutter of cloth she focuses in on it too hard, to the exclusion of everything else.]
[She smiles around the knife, starts circling around to the decoy, tapping her gun lightly against her leg every few feet. If Racetrack's quiet, Mal's silent, but she's moving fast enough in a straight enough line that she can be seen if someone's looking closely.]
[She makes it to a tree a few feet from "Racetrack," crouches, watches - notices something's not right. The movement of the shirt's too regular, not like breathing - like the wind.]
[Her eyes narrow. Hm.]
[She circles away from the tree again, not far, still visible from Racetrack's perch, but every line of her body's suspicious now as she tries to get a better look.]