At near range she could increase her efficiency, using the rifles to bash in the brains of her adversaries, but it opened her to more danger. Sloan swung from around the ambulance and fired again to divide the attention of the wraiths, leaving many unsure who to target. Her fire wiped out wraiths far faster than Tomay nonetheless.

Your technique's a little slow, isn't it? said Sloan. She knew she shouldn't rub it in like this, but she had a hard time helping herself. Killing wraiths was the one thing Sloan was good at, and like most people with one good quality in an ocean of bad, she must strangle that good quality into a bad one somehow. It became the misshapen pedestal atop which Sloan set herself superior, because if she made everything about killing wraiths it meant Sloan became the undisputable best Puella Magi, best girl, best human being.

(Chapter 35)