Guin Fouroux
Practice Round
By his foot is a pile of empty cans. He flicks his wrist and opens the revolving chamber on his python at the same time the barrel comes up to his right bicep, flicking up another chamber into the air. His right hand then reaches up for the airborne chamber as he quickly swaps the loaded cylinder for the discarded one, flicking his wrist and slapping the now loaded cylinder back into the gun, he reaches down to the pile of cans by his foot and throws it high into the air. Quickly he unloads another six bullets into the can, it dances in the air as each shot sends it spinning in another direction. His bullets expended he lowers the smoking barrel of his python and turns to Guin, the can finally crashing to the concrete roof top behind him, full of six or indeed 12 holes as the bullets passed right through it. "Howdeh. "
Guin catches the blur of motion as she reaches the rooftop, of the can spinning in the air like a mad top before disappearing. "What did those poor cans ever do to you?" she asks with a grin as she clears the last step of the ladder.
Charles smiled. "Nuthin much, jes like ta keep mah hand in ... small, fast moving targets are harder ta hit than large slow movin or static ones.. thet's why tha gun range is a joke... anyone kin hit a static target thet pops up.. try shootin somethin small an in motion.." he said, holstering his python.
Guin closes the distance slowly, clasping her hands behind her back. "Well, for -some- of us, the range is still a challenge." She gives him a wink, stepping up next to him and nodding at the pile of victim cans at his feet. "Often find yourself shooting at small, moving things?"
Practice Round
By his foot is a pile of empty cans. He flicks his wrist and opens the revolving chamber on his python at the same time the barrel comes up to his right bicep, flicking up another chamber into the air. His right hand then reaches up for the airborne chamber as he quickly swaps the loaded cylinder for the discarded one, flicking his wrist and slapping the now loaded cylinder back into the gun, he reaches down to the pile of cans by his foot and throws it high into the air. Quickly he unloads another six bullets into the can, it dances in the air as each shot sends it spinning in another direction. His bullets expended he lowers the smoking barrel of his python and turns to Guin, the can finally crashing to the concrete roof top behind him, full of six or indeed 12 holes as the bullets passed right through it. "Howdeh. "
Guin catches the blur of motion as she reaches the rooftop, of the can spinning in the air like a mad top before disappearing. "What did those poor cans ever do to you?" she asks with a grin as she clears the last step of the ladder.
Charles smiled. "Nuthin much, jes like ta keep mah hand in ... small, fast moving targets are harder ta hit than large slow movin or static ones.. thet's why tha gun range is a joke... anyone kin hit a static target thet pops up.. try shootin somethin small an in motion.." he said, holstering his python.
Guin closes the distance slowly, clasping her hands behind her back. "Well, for -some- of us, the range is still a challenge." She gives him a wink, stepping up next to him and nodding at the pile of victim cans at his feet. "Often find yourself shooting at small, moving things?"