"Hell yeah I am," she said, automatically compelled to talk herself up, somehow, even though the circumstances of how she got so good with a gun didn't exactly bear scrutiny. She'd gotten good with the bow hunting for food, mostly; she'd used it for the other stuff but the practice had been hunting.
Guns... mostly her experience with guns was against other people with guns.
"Bows are quieter, but sometimes... sometimes you just need the stopping power. Point and shoot. Bang."
It was more of a philosophical bang than an exclamation, less enthusiastic than her first claim of competence. Just... bang. And the guy on the other end of it fell down. She'd gotten very used to it, and didn't always know how to feel about having gotten very used to it.
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Date: 2014-04-06 05:26 am (UTC)Guns... mostly her experience with guns was against other people with guns.
"Bows are quieter, but sometimes... sometimes you just need the stopping power. Point and shoot. Bang."
It was more of a philosophical bang than an exclamation, less enthusiastic than her first claim of competence. Just... bang. And the guy on the other end of it fell down. She'd gotten very used to it, and didn't always know how to feel about having gotten very used to it.