The encampment turned out to be more shoddy than he'd expected: a few run-down houses here and there, remnants of what had probably once been a thriving city, and then canvas tents interspersed in the gaps. As they drew closer, the flickering lights that he'd seen before resolved into the dying embers of some scattered cooking fires. All of it only made Niikura mentally grind his teeth in frustration more. The rooftops were low, and the shadows sparse, meaning that he'd have to come in a little closer to take a good shot. And they definitely couldn't get anywhere near the tents because he could make out shadows moving within them. If there was a ruckus, anyone peeking out would be able to tell what was going on.
Well, he'd already figured that the houses would be their best bet. This only confirmed it.
"Pick a house," Niikura whispered as they shuffled along the perimeter. "I'll try to get on the roof nearby and hit 'em from above."
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The encampment turned out to be more shoddy than he'd expected: a few run-down houses here and there, remnants of what had probably once been a thriving city, and then canvas tents interspersed in the gaps. As they drew closer, the flickering lights that he'd seen before resolved into the dying embers of some scattered cooking fires. All of it only made Niikura mentally grind his teeth in frustration more. The rooftops were low, and the shadows sparse, meaning that he'd have to come in a little closer to take a good shot. And they definitely couldn't get anywhere near the tents because he could make out shadows moving within them. If there was a ruckus, anyone peeking out would be able to tell what was going on.
Well, he'd already figured that the houses would be their best bet. This only confirmed it.
"Pick a house," Niikura whispered as they shuffled along the perimeter. "I'll try to get on the roof nearby and hit 'em from above."