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Out On The Range
Who: Anna Lin and Larry Vincent
What: Testing a new pistol on the firing range
When: Sometime this week
Where: Near Rally's Workshop
Why: She had earlier asked Larry to make one. But Larry isn't letting her have it until she proves she knows how to use it.
How: Prose leading to action spam.
Warning: Guns and two people with fucked up backstories.
[Unknown site tag]Anna examined the pistol.
Nine caliber, 19 round clips made from conjured gunpowder and lead. Right-handed grip. Decent-sized barrel. Semi-automatic.
Her trigger finger was on the barrel of the gun at all times while she was examining it, a habit she had trained into her for six years.
She brought it up, took her sight and aimed.
And it hit a target on a haystack, two rings from the center, to the right.
"Sights need adjusting," Anna said. But she was grinning.
What: Testing a new pistol on the firing range
When: Sometime this week
Where: Near Rally's Workshop
Why: She had earlier asked Larry to make one. But Larry isn't letting her have it until she proves she knows how to use it.
How: Prose leading to action spam.
Warning: Guns and two people with fucked up backstories.
[Unknown site tag]Anna examined the pistol.
Nine caliber, 19 round clips made from conjured gunpowder and lead. Right-handed grip. Decent-sized barrel. Semi-automatic.
Her trigger finger was on the barrel of the gun at all times while she was examining it, a habit she had trained into her for six years.
She brought it up, took her sight and aimed.
And it hit a target on a haystack, two rings from the center, to the right.
"Sights need adjusting," Anna said. But she was grinning.
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She chuckled, and said in genuine admiration, "Whoever taught you did a damn good job."
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