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[Phantom]

"Well? Go ahead."

[Twi]

"Alright."
Stephen shoots the target already!

[Phantom]

The Medic begins rhythmically shooting targets at a slow pace, but the first shot misses completely.
"I told you I'm bad at this."

[Twi]

"You don't get better doing nothing."

[Phantom]

"That, *BANG*, is true."
Three shots hit home afterward.

[Twi]

Stephen did not forget to shoot.
I'm pretty sure Glocks are a lot faster than Fort-12's, and either way he hasn't missed yet.
"Ah, good."

[Phantom]

"Okay, four shots hit, one missed..."
Two more shots fired, and the third causes a casing to jam the pistol.
"...I really should have cleaned this."

[Twi]

"Looks like it."
Bang, bang, bang. Bang.

[Phantom]

"How many bullets does that model have anyw-
Oh, unjammed."
Two more, two left in the mag.

[Twi]

"....14."

Bang, bang. Two shots left.

[Phantom]

The Medic does a little show finisher for herself, and shoots Stephen's target in quick succession, the two shots going almost exactly into the same hole.
"Twelve shots, one miss. You need to finish."

[Twi]

And so he does, and examines his handiwork.
"Hmm. 14 shots. All on target." He nods.

[Phantom]

"You win, but good thing I didn't bet."
She grabs a fresh mag loaded with +P+ rounds from a pack located on her arm and slams it into the pistol.

[Twi]

"I never bet, anyways."
He sighs and turns to leave.

[Taricus]

"Hey Lavi, these salamanders ridable?"