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12/28/2015 9:45:22 PM
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[b]JT walks in, wearing a brown duster and cowboy hat, holding 2 smith and Wesson model 629's, and he approaches the range, firing from the hip and nailing 10/12 targets in the chest[/b]
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[b]Not wanting to seem impressed, Anumi tries to replicate the same level of accuracy, except this time she only gets a ratio of 12/21. She sighs in utter defeat.[/b]
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[b]He reloads them, and channels his inner cowboy, and goes a full 12/12, one shot per target, most in the chest, with 3 headshots[/b]
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[b]The scoreboard reads it as a perfect ratio. Anumi gives him a slow clap and a smile.[/b] [i][u]"You are really good..."[/u][/i]
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"Thanks, trained with revolvers for about 20 years"
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[i][u]"That's a long time to shoot things..."[/u][/i]
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"Yeah. Using basic pistols for 9 years before that, I'm not the best shot though. Unless I'm using a revolver"
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[i][u]"Well... Still probably better than me..."[/u][/i] [b]Anumi resets her targets and tries another round. She loads in more volleys and takes more shots. In the end the scoreboard only reads 15/21. Anumi frowns.[/b]
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"Your form is all wrong"
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[i][u]"Well, I'm trying."[/u][/i] [b]Her voice has become laced with frustration.[/b]
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"Here, relax yourself, clear your mind, slow your breathing. That'll keep your hands steadier for the shot"
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[b]Taking his advice, she takes a deep breath and relaxes her muscles and takes a shot. She hits the target right in the stomach. She keeps the pattern up and scored a 20/21. She whistles at the results.[/b] [i][u]"Got to admit... It helped... Thanks."[/u][/i]
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"No problem" [b]he says, and he walks away, spinning his revolvers with some Revolver Ocelot type skill[/b]
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[b]Anumi watches him, amused and happy. She had grown somewhat fond of him. She moves back to her simulation and begins to pack up her belongings.[/b]
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[b]He pulls a brass biullet from his pocket along with a cigar, and the bullet becomes a lighter, and he leans against a wall, near a table with firearms on it[/b]
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[b]She loads up the rest of her volleys into a bag and throws her musket over her shoulder.[/b] [i][u]"Well... I'm taking a break. Thanks for the advice."[/u][/i] [b]She waves to him and moves towards the exit.[/b]
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[b]he waves[/b] ((End))
