If anything, Crow has decent hand-eye coordination. Very necessary for his work, as well as back in his days running around in a gang throwing handcuff-lassos around people. Aiming a gun's a bit different, but Crow's good at adjusting, at least.
"Lemme try again."
He raises the gun once more, sighting before adjusting his aim a bit more to the side. His next shot strikes the other shoulder, but closer to the neck this time. A pause, before the next bullet hits the target around where the collarbone would be. He has steady hands, and while his aim isn't perfect yet, he's taking his time with sighting and adjusting. The patience and slowness may be surprising, for someone who seems to want to go fast all the time.
The next bullet hits a shoulder again, though, and Crow lowers the gun, shaking out one of his hands.
"This is harder than it looks." Grinning, he continues, "Alright, let's go check 'em out!" A glance at the gun in his hand. "Should I take out the magazine or what?"
sorry, I took an unannounced break from RP for the last few weeks!
"Lemme try again."
He raises the gun once more, sighting before adjusting his aim a bit more to the side. His next shot strikes the other shoulder, but closer to the neck this time. A pause, before the next bullet hits the target around where the collarbone would be. He has steady hands, and while his aim isn't perfect yet, he's taking his time with sighting and adjusting. The patience and slowness may be surprising, for someone who seems to want to go fast all the time.
The next bullet hits a shoulder again, though, and Crow lowers the gun, shaking out one of his hands.
"This is harder than it looks." Grinning, he continues, "Alright, let's go check 'em out!" A glance at the gun in his hand. "Should I take out the magazine or what?"