"Crap!" she said quietly. Apparently, not quietly enough as two other shell walkers looked her way, pulling out far too many knives to make her comfortable. Shamira felt a surreal experience as she stepped into battle, the cowboy hat that Shane had given her blocking the water from reaching her eyes. These things were violating the rules . . . it was her job to enforce justice. That made her grin a little, then she whistled the theme from high noon as she pointed her gun at another, but it dove away before she could pull the trigger. "Damn! That thing's fast!" With the the lights out and the water...