Sweet. [ she says, stepping forward to take the rifle. It's a far cry from handling a pistol, but she adapts quickly, partly because she's skilled at copying others. Years of playing roles, of blending into the background, have made her exceptional at it—so long as no one pushes her too far. ]
It's got to be way harder to hit moving targets with something like this. [ She can't help but feel even more impressed by his ability to send a frisbee spinning out of the air. ]
[ They swap firearms, as she takes the rifle, so she had both hands freed up. As she gets used to the feel of it, he puts the pistol back in its case before turning his attention back to her. ]
Yes and no. The longer barrel makes it easier to judge distance. Because of that, you don't have to move it as much.
But, it is heavier, so it can put some strain on you, which is why you keep the stock anchored on your shoulder—keeps it steady. [ Stepping around to her other side, he nods at her hold on the gun. ] Give it a try.
[ Sharon shifts her hold, settling the rifle against her shoulder. The weight is awkward but manageable, something she figures she'd get used to with practice. Lining up her aim takes a little more effort, though, and she can't say she's exactly a fan.
Her gaze flicks to Arthur, and she nods toward where they first set up the cans. ] Mind putting one up for me?
[ He watches as Sharon maneuvers the rifle into a comfortable position against her shoulder, clearly getting used to the additional weight.
At her nod, he'll move to pick out more cans from the bag he'd brought along, setting three fresh targets up for her to take a crack at. Before that, though, he strides back towards Sharon, holding a hand just above her forearm. ]
May I? [ Her stance is solid, so that's not an issue. But, if she lets him, he'll make minute adjustments to the angle and how the stock rests. In a way, it's a good thing they're the same height—he can easily tell where her aim is going to go. ]
[ Sharon looks at his hovering hand, then hums an affirmative, surrendering to his guidance. She tries to burn each adjustment into her mind, the slight tilt of her wrist, the nudge of her shoulder. ]
Good? [ She asks when he finally steps back, eyes flicking to his without letting go of her hold. The moment he confirms, she exhales sharply, attention shifting back to the can. A slow breath in, a deliberate breath out, and then she pulls the trigger. The rifle kicks sharply against her shoulder, but she expected it, and the can flies off with a satisfying clatter. Her laugh bursts out, bright, fogging the cold air around them. ]
Won't be long before I'm knocking frisbees out of the air. [ The thrill of control, of learning, surges through her, and she can't help the grin tugging at her lips. ]
[ Gently, he makes his adjustments, lets Sharon get comfortable with them, and nods when she asks for the go-ahead.
As he thought, she's a quick study, eyes flicking towards the target he's placed out. A slow breath in, out, and the crack of fire as she pulls the trigger. Split seconds and the can sails, making a tinny sound as it lands on the frosted ground. Arthur shoots her a grin, buoyed on by her delighted laughter. ]
Oh, I think you'll get the hang of it sooner than you think. The real trick is anticipating where it's going to be, rather than where it is in your sights. [ Brightly: ] I give it a few days at most, to do it consistently. You've got an eye for this.
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It's got to be way harder to hit moving targets with something like this. [ She can't help but feel even more impressed by his ability to send a frisbee spinning out of the air. ]
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Yes and no. The longer barrel makes it easier to judge distance. Because of that, you don't have to move it as much.
But, it is heavier, so it can put some strain on you, which is why you keep the stock anchored on your shoulder—keeps it steady. [ Stepping around to her other side, he nods at her hold on the gun. ] Give it a try.
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Her gaze flicks to Arthur, and she nods toward where they first set up the cans. ] Mind putting one up for me?
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At her nod, he'll move to pick out more cans from the bag he'd brought along, setting three fresh targets up for her to take a crack at. Before that, though, he strides back towards Sharon, holding a hand just above her forearm. ]
May I? [ Her stance is solid, so that's not an issue. But, if she lets him, he'll make minute adjustments to the angle and how the stock rests. In a way, it's a good thing they're the same height—he can easily tell where her aim is going to go. ]
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Good? [ She asks when he finally steps back, eyes flicking to his without letting go of her hold. The moment he confirms, she exhales sharply, attention shifting back to the can. A slow breath in, a deliberate breath out, and then she pulls the trigger. The rifle kicks sharply against her shoulder, but she expected it, and the can flies off with a satisfying clatter. Her laugh bursts out, bright, fogging the cold air around them. ]
Won't be long before I'm knocking frisbees out of the air. [ The thrill of control, of learning, surges through her, and she can't help the grin tugging at her lips. ]
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As he thought, she's a quick study, eyes flicking towards the target he's placed out. A slow breath in, out, and the crack of fire as she pulls the trigger. Split seconds and the can sails, making a tinny sound as it lands on the frosted ground. Arthur shoots her a grin, buoyed on by her delighted laughter. ]
Oh, I think you'll get the hang of it sooner than you think. The real trick is anticipating where it's going to be, rather than where it is in your sights. [ Brightly: ] I give it a few days at most, to do it consistently. You've got an eye for this.