"Not adept enough." Now she cycled the rifle, tapping it down, and it snapped open and shut almost too fast for the mechanism to keep up-- he could see it shudder. The cycled bullet's smoke immediately began to sink in a downdraft.
And now the gun is a blur in her hands, cycling as fast as the mechanism could stand-- probably faster-- But she can count them. All of them are hip shots.
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Date: 2025-01-04 04:46 am (UTC)And now the gun is a blur in her hands, cycling as fast as the mechanism could stand-- probably faster-- But she can count them. All of them are hip shots.
All of them strike a different target.
"... Not enough."