One Shot One Kill [ask to enter]

She was rusty, the girl figured. She hadn't took a shot at something over a thousand meters away in a while now. Today would be the day that she changed that. She had already climbed into a good looking tree, and she had already set up her target.

Lilia clutched the underbarrel of her electromagnetically charged firearm, bringing the butt of the gun firmly into her shoulder. Her head tilted to the side and she shut a single eye, peering into the scope through her right. Her target, a soda can about five inches tall and three inches wide, was positioned at a distance she was estimating to be almost thirteen hundred meters, give or take a few. Lilia slowed her breath, following basic sniping procedures, and slowly, but surely, lining the target up perfectly.
A low hum became audible as Lilia began to slowly pull the trigger. Slowly. . . Slowly. . .

A sound like thunder could be heard as a gun fired, a loud, deafening sound. A sound that was not her gun.
Lilia lowered her weapon with haste, perking her head up to look around in a scared, alarmed fashion. She hadn't expected for anyone else to be here, let alone be sniping something. The girl, after a while of searching with her eyes and occasionally her scope, shrugged off the sound. Grimm couldn't shoot, and there shouldn't be anyone out here that would be hunting someone. It mattered not, for Lilia still wanted to see how many pieces she could obliterate a soda can into. Raising her weapon, she repeated lining the shot up. You didn't really have to take wind or bullet drop into account when your gun could fire at such high speed.

Her heart beat slowed, long spaces of silence growing in between the thumps present in her chest. Her scope was focused on the can, which was magnified to a level so that it was at least a centimeter tall in the view. Slowly, carefully, she began to squeeze the trigger. A low hum was emitted from the chamber of the long, blocky weapon. The square flaps along the sides of the barrel began to open and close in a swift wave motion. Small, short bolts of blue-yellow lightning created jagged zig-zag patterns across them. The hum grew louder, sharp zapping sounds of electricity striking the metallic spike in the chamber of the gun were becoming increasingly audible. A high pitched scream joined the symphony of screeching. It felt like an eternity to Lilia, but really, it was only a few short seconds.

Click.

As the trigger was pulled, a loud, deafening scream came and went, before the loud boom of her ammunition being launched via electromagnetic forces. Her small body was pushed back, the immense recoil throwing the gun's barrel up a bit, denying any chance of a follow-up; not that she would need one anyway.
The solid ten millimeter slug flew out of the barrel with a muzzle velocity of over three kilometers per second, closing the gap between the girl and the can in less than a singular second. The metallic spike simply shredded the can, ripping it apart and eviscerating most of the aluminum it was composed of. The watery red contents burst out of their metal confinement, spreading out in a few meter radius around where the can once stood.
There it stood no more.

The hum faded down to a whisper, the flaps on the sides of the barrel slowing in their motions as the bolts of electricity faded away gradually. She took a bit of pride in her gun, knowing that the solid slug had also ripped through the trunks of at least two or three trees. Lilia lowered her gun, a small grin on her face. The grin grew wider, as she came to the conclusion that she wasn't rusty.
She had just taken a little break.

The gun was loud, sure. It alerted everything within at least a thousand meter radius to her presence and gave an absurdly easy opportunity to triangulate her location, sure. But when your weapon fired a spike at 10,800 kilometers per hour, enough to break the sound barrier 8.75 times over, you didn't need silence.
You only needed a clear shot.

She let out a quiet groan, now realizing how far away her target was and that if she wanted to go check it out she'd have to run all the way down there. Not exactly a problem for her, but it was still a long ways to go.
A thought came to her head at that moment: where had that other sniper gone? Slowly the girl holstered her weapon; she put it into a similarly blocky and metallic black case slung over her back. It looked like a sheath, in a way.

Danger or not, Lilia approved it as worthy enough to use her semblance for. A faint glow came and went as the differently coloured rings formed around her heterochromatic eyes. First she looked in front of her; no colour differentiation. Then she looked over to her left where she had heard the gunshot. Nothing. To her right gave the same outcome but it was when she cast a careful glance over her shoulder that she spotted the tiniest bit of what looked like a human being. Direction they faced? No. Armed? No idea. She just knew they were there.

Deactivating her semblance Lilia raised a hand to her head. The soft fabric of her grippy climbing gloves was soothing, she had concluded earlier. Rubbing her forehead she tried to comfort her headache; a common side effect of using her semblance for too long. They could follow her for a while, she supposed. For now, she just slowly stood up, placing her hands by her sides, before hopping down from the tree, and casually walking to where her target had been.

Now, while Lilia loved to show off, giving this person any idea of her capabilities was absolutely a bad idea. Whoever it was they were a sniper, they were fast, and they were good. While the idea of someone with similar skills to herself was slightly exciting, there was still the chance that this person was a threat and that fact was made even more obvious with them being the wielder of what sounded like a pretty high caliber rifle. So for now she simply walked. Walking with the look of someone who had not a care in the world. Sure, she could get shot multiple times at any moment but why worry about that?

The girl took into account how pretty the blue hue of this forest was. The leaves, the patches of snow, everything. It was nice, being places other than the Academy and Bellmuse. They were nice yeah but this place was just. . . Beautiful. . .
Enough daydreaming.
Lilia strained her ears, trying her hardest to hear if the person was still behind her. Nothing she could hear so far.

A couple of minutes later and Lilia was standing a few meters before the target she had eviscerated. The slug had done work on it and a few tree trunks behind it. For now though that didn't matter. The girl turned around, casting a cold glare in a 180 degree angle behind her. Assuming the person had followed her this far, now would be the time she'd assume they realize she is aware of their prescence. She didn't speak, not yet.
Lilia was at a disadvantage here. The unknown person knew where she was, and Lilia was completely clueless.

Eventually something would happen here. She hoped it wasn't a bullet nailing her in the face, which seemed least likely. The girl slowly and carefully reached for the weapon on her back: if things got bad the least she could do is take a potshot and run. Not her best plan, but then again none of her plans were very fantastic.