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[ Sets up a series of five dummy targets on the edge of the canyon, disguised with red war paint and some awkward looking faces that clearly resemble his team back in Balamb Garden. It's evident he hasn't forgotten the sheer stupidity that those put him through. ]
[ Out of the five weapons he's taken for practice, he grabs the nearest to him, the Assault Rifle. It feels bulky in his hands, unlike his Hyperion - why the Party Leader wouldn't let him use here was beyond him, guns were so much more ineffective for him. He lines up his hands, just the way he learned from the videos he played with disinterest. Watching was one thing, first hand experience was another. The trigger's bulky and resistant to his fingers, but he takes aim anyway and squeezes. ]
[ Well, that was an unexpected weapon - the recoil pushed him back and there's stray bullet shells and god his aim was so bad with that and his designated target was shot only on the left and instead he decimated the dummy on the otherside. ]
Right. Stupid weapon.
[ He tosses the rifle aside, clearly that's not for him and moves onto the next. It's gonna be a long night. ]
[ Out of the five weapons he's taken for practice, he grabs the nearest to him, the Assault Rifle. It feels bulky in his hands, unlike his Hyperion - why the Party Leader wouldn't let him use here was beyond him, guns were so much more ineffective for him. He lines up his hands, just the way he learned from the videos he played with disinterest. Watching was one thing, first hand experience was another. The trigger's bulky and resistant to his fingers, but he takes aim anyway and squeezes. ]
[ Well, that was an unexpected weapon - the recoil pushed him back and there's stray bullet shells and god his aim was so bad with that and his designated target was shot only on the left and instead he decimated the dummy on the otherside. ]
Right. Stupid weapon.
[ He tosses the rifle aside, clearly that's not for him and moves onto the next. It's gonna be a long night. ]