[ She beams over her shoulder at him. She's got a good fifty yards effective on her pistol. She arranges the various cans in a little display, high and low. Then she ambles back to him, slipping the 19 out from her jeans. A modern pistol, but she doesn't really consider that a factor between them.
Just checks and chambers. She's set the cans a ways out, and she's shooting first.
Fifteen bullets to hit what she can. She levels the gun steady for the first time since she started trying to hold one, sights, and pulls off all fifteen in rapid succession.
More practice won't hurt her, but enough of the cans ping to please her, a little less than half.]
action;
Just checks and chambers. She's set the cans a ways out, and she's shooting first.
Fifteen bullets to hit what she can. She levels the gun steady for the first time since she started trying to hold one, sights, and pulls off all fifteen in rapid succession.
More practice won't hurt her, but enough of the cans ping to please her, a little less than half.]