Post by Kaelan Avallochson on Jan 30, 2014 0:56:55 GMT
Larael examined the hole. "Not necessarily fatal,” she said. “Not a terrible shot, either. Again. Keep firing until you feel your power depleting."
He knew the shot wasn’t fatal. It may slow someone down, but it definitely wasn’t going to stop them.
Doing as she said, Kaelan concentrated, this time prepared for the kick. The gun went off, the bluish flash already familiar. This shot had been better than the prior one, slightly lower, but closer to midsagittal plane of the target. He kept shooting; the flashes permeating the air, and each shot better than the last, but by no means were they perfect.
It wasn’t until the fifth shot that he found it harder to focus, but it wasn’t until the seventh that he stopped, slightly wishing that he hadn’t kept going.
Looking over the target, he found himself pleased. The earlier shots weren’t necessarily bad, but they weren’t that good either. They were scattered about and not where he had been aiming. It was the last two or three that made him happy. They were squarely in the chest and would have caused some pretty bad damage, not exactly killing someone, but still. There was a large amount of improvement to be had, and he was going to practice as much as he possibly could.
He knew the shot wasn’t fatal. It may slow someone down, but it definitely wasn’t going to stop them.
Doing as she said, Kaelan concentrated, this time prepared for the kick. The gun went off, the bluish flash already familiar. This shot had been better than the prior one, slightly lower, but closer to midsagittal plane of the target. He kept shooting; the flashes permeating the air, and each shot better than the last, but by no means were they perfect.
It wasn’t until the fifth shot that he found it harder to focus, but it wasn’t until the seventh that he stopped, slightly wishing that he hadn’t kept going.
Looking over the target, he found himself pleased. The earlier shots weren’t necessarily bad, but they weren’t that good either. They were scattered about and not where he had been aiming. It was the last two or three that made him happy. They were squarely in the chest and would have caused some pretty bad damage, not exactly killing someone, but still. There was a large amount of improvement to be had, and he was going to practice as much as he possibly could.
