The Gun Range [Sunday afternoon]

[dauntless-four.livejournal.com]

After waking up and rolling onto some kind of weird crystal that had dislodged itself from his stomach, Four had a powerful need to hit something today. After knocking the bags in the gym around for an hour, he'd settled down enough to practice his knife throwing--a deeply stupid skill, he felt, more flashy than effective, but with Eric in leadership now at Dauntless, flashy was in.

So Four practiced.

Knife up. Focus on the target. Breathe. Release the breath. Release the knife.

Bullseye.

And again.

And again.

And again.

[OOC: Open!]

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[dauntless-four.livejournal.com]

"Major damage, if you aim correctly," Four said, pointing at the bullseye.

[notamascot]

Kaylin looked at the gun and the target. "Right."

She picked the gun up, braced herself, and tried again, ready for the godsawful noise this time. The recoil shook her a bit, but she still managed to hit the center mass of the target - not a bullseye, but at least somewhere nearby.

"That little hole?" she said when her ears stopped ringing again.

[dauntless-four.livejournal.com]

"In someone's chest," Four pointed out. "You're not walking away from it and you don't have to go retrieve the knife afterwards."

[notamascot]

Kaylin considered that and her eyes widened. "That would kill them most likely. And from quite a distance. Wow."