Ranged combat please.

Thinking it over, you decide you don’t really want to chop people up with a sword and say, “Ranged attacker, dps.” A ton of the people just sort of walk away and vanish. “That’s a start. Hmm… Spells could be good, but not a pure caster.” More walk away. Then you spot someone interesting. A woman with long red hair, athletic, chest flat as a board, really perky ass, wearing black leggings, over the knee soft leather boots with a 2” block heel, a sort of short dress like tunic with a wide collar, so no obvious armor. The thing that caught your eye is the pair of holsters on her upper legs, each holding a rather old style semiautomatic pistol.

“Wait, there are guns? Cool, okay, gun specialists.” The woman walks up toward the front and you are pulled forward. Nearly everyone walks away till there are just twenty or so, each with a different weapon. You see big cannons held by a muscular dwarf, and a Minotaur, long rifles, a couple that look like they are powered by magic, others look old, one is lever action, the rest with one or two pistols. “Neat. Umm, only ones that have healing magic.” Most walk away. Um, and a cock. I think I still want to be able to fuck so…”. The only one still standing in front of you is the redhead.

She smiles, “I’m more of a bottom myself, but it still works.” She points at her crotch. “Wanna give me a go, or am I not what you’re looking for?”