Time to stop messing around. A beating, Snow would've been able to handle, but this was about to be a rigorously thorough whooping. It was already starting to become embarrassing. Back in the day, he used to be able to shoot the center out of a dime from fifteen meters. Surely he still had some of that still in him. Snow took a steadying breath and readjusted the butt of the rifle against his shoulder.
"Alright, buddy," he challenged. "No one likes a showoff."
It was probably the most hypocritical thing Snow had said in god even knew how long, because he damn sure would've been showing off himself if this was something that he was exceptionally skilled at. He took several shots, each at different targets. Every single one hit this time. Though not all were bullseyes, it was enough to build up his confidence and put him back in the game. At the very least, he felt like he was starting to get used to the crooked sights.
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Time to stop messing around. A beating, Snow would've been able to handle, but this was about to be a rigorously thorough whooping. It was already starting to become embarrassing. Back in the day, he used to be able to shoot the center out of a dime from fifteen meters. Surely he still had some of that still in him. Snow took a steadying breath and readjusted the butt of the rifle against his shoulder.
"Alright, buddy," he challenged. "No one likes a showoff."
It was probably the most hypocritical thing Snow had said in god even knew how long, because he damn sure would've been showing off himself if this was something that he was exceptionally skilled at. He took several shots, each at different targets. Every single one hit this time. Though not all were bullseyes, it was enough to build up his confidence and put him back in the game. At the very least, he felt like he was starting to get used to the crooked sights.