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Second Wind
-Virginia's near the outskirts of town. She figured doing this in either the neighborhood, uptown, or downtown would get her in trouble with the drones. So instead she's taken to going a bit out of her way.
What is she doing? Well that's simple. Gun practice.
Specifically, fast drawing both of her pistols on targets placed throughout the terrain (old food cans). After a few shots (they seem to go by in less than a second), she tosses the guns into the air, and in an even faster motion, manages to reload them after tossing a clip's worth of bullets up after them and a swift motion of her arm. In another blink, she fires again (was that four shots or five? Who can tell?), knocking out the last of the targets. Her shooting stance seems to shift the whole time, making it nearly impossible to tell where her body will be positioned on the next shot.
Of course, once all the targests are hit, she can only sigh.-
Still not as good as daddy was...
What is she doing? Well that's simple. Gun practice.
Specifically, fast drawing both of her pistols on targets placed throughout the terrain (old food cans). After a few shots (they seem to go by in less than a second), she tosses the guns into the air, and in an even faster motion, manages to reload them after tossing a clip's worth of bullets up after them and a swift motion of her arm. In another blink, she fires again (was that four shots or five? Who can tell?), knocking out the last of the targets. Her shooting stance seems to shift the whole time, making it nearly impossible to tell where her body will be positioned on the next shot.
Of course, once all the targests are hit, she can only sigh.-
Still not as good as daddy was...
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They are guns crafted from dragon fossils. Unlike normal artillery, they are able to form a bond of sorts with their user, allowing for ease of use.
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[Because that's the only place he can think of.]
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