Shaking his hand, as if it would ease the tension in them, Crow forces himself to relax his death grip on the gun's handle. "Right, right, gotta loosen up..."
One hand over the other... This time, his stance is more textbook. No more holding the gun sideways; once was enough! He knows better than to try and look cool, now.
He raises the gun and aims again, this time with his tongue poking out between his teeth as he concentrates on lining up the sights with the centre of one of the targets... and fires!
The bullet hits the target in the shoulder, not the centre Crow had been hoping for, but...
"Alright!" Crow whoops, pumping a fist.
He's delighted anyway, even though he had started this entire training exercise with more than a little apprehension. Turning to Yukio, he grins, ecstatic.
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One hand over the other... This time, his stance is more textbook. No more holding the gun sideways; once was enough! He knows better than to try and look cool, now.
He raises the gun and aims again, this time with his tongue poking out between his teeth as he concentrates on lining up the sights with the centre of one of the targets... and fires!
The bullet hits the target in the shoulder, not the centre Crow had been hoping for, but...
"Alright!" Crow whoops, pumping a fist.
He's delighted anyway, even though he had started this entire training exercise with more than a little apprehension. Turning to Yukio, he grins, ecstatic.
"Did you see that!? I hit it!" Obviously.