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Post by Payne Bloodletter on Nov 15, 2012 21:21:54 GMT -5
Though Manny had seemed fine when they had spoken the other day, things still seemed to be tense. So without further ado she headed down to the training center only to remember there were no lessons today. Damn.
She stood in the hallway she did not wish to go further, not to the clinic she heard Manny saying he had to do something in there.. then... where? She headed back and passed the office and paused when she heard a sound. Peeking she smiled when she saw Tohr over the desk working on paperwork she assumed. "Doesn't that ever get boring?"
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Post by Tohrment, Son of Hharm on Nov 15, 2012 21:34:30 GMT -5
"Extremely boring. But its my King given duty, so I do it." Tossed another folder in the drawer and tilted his head to look at her, "No more classes until after the holidays. Did you forget?" Stood up, turning off his PC and walked towards her, "I believe your male is in the clinic."
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Post by Payne Bloodletter on Nov 15, 2012 21:36:34 GMT -5
"I did forget and yeah.." She lifted a hand and rubbed the back of her neck. "I know. At least that was where he mumbled this afternoon where he would be."
She shrugged, "I'd rather not bother him at the moment, he is just now getting used to an idea and it is kind of a testy idea."
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Post by Tohrment, Son of Hharm on Nov 15, 2012 21:46:53 GMT -5
The last thing he wanted was to know, or hear, or discuss any detail between any female and her mate. He had hard enough time figuring out his own shellan, he dared not even try to sort out another's. Nodding and holding up a hand, "I do not need to know. Not at all."
But he did sense the nervousness and slight fear that scented the air around her. "I was going to the shooting range. You can join me there if you would like?"
And no way they could talk over the emptying of clips. So, good idea Tohr. You deserve a cookie.
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Post by Payne Bloodletter on Nov 15, 2012 21:49:32 GMT -5
She grinned and nodded, "Yeah. Lets do that. Sounds perfect." She backed up a step then turned and lead the way. Perfect distraction.
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Post by Tohrment, Son of Hharm on Nov 15, 2012 22:06:56 GMT -5
Getting to the fire range, picked up a pair of matching SIG's and checked the clips, then checked the action as he ejected them. Making sure both were in perfect working order, despite him cleaning and oiling all the firearms in the range every morning, he handed them to her.
Reaching behind his back, withdrew his own special designed ones and did the same to them. Despite the same. It was a habit taught to him by Darius and one that was ingrained so deep, he did it without thinking.
Getting two paper body targets, clipped them to the runner line and hit the button to send both targets to the far end of the range.
"Ready, Payne, shellan of Manny?" Gave her a smile, spinning his weapons on his fingers and then back into place.
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Post by Payne Bloodletter on Nov 15, 2012 22:14:06 GMT -5
She grinned and nodded, "Read Tohr, hellren of Autumn." She held the SIGs in her hands careful not to point them at the male. Perfect distraction. She moved over a little and got in a firing stance and stared down at the target. She tilted her head then glanced over at Tohr and winked.
Then lifted both of the weapons aimed and...
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Post by Tohrment, Son of Hharm on Nov 15, 2012 22:17:49 GMT -5
Fingers on the triggers, started firing, opening up his stance as his body fell naturally into brace and fire as if breathing. The target was shredding in seconds, the head first, followed by the chest, and then the torso as it fluttered to the floor.
The muzzles of his pistols were smoking, the metal hot and he glanced over at Payne, "Again? A bit harder?"
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Post by Payne Bloodletter on Nov 15, 2012 22:22:02 GMT -5
She watched as both targets were destroyed and nodded. "Much harder I think." Shrugs, "Targets have a habit of not staying still they are like rabbits hopping around everywhere and making them annoying little pest."
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Post by Tohrment, Son of Hharm on Nov 15, 2012 22:34:45 GMT -5
He chuckled and took out a package of playing cards. Hitting the runner switch, the clips came towards them. He walked over, and placed a King of Hearts and a Queen of Hearts, each on its own clip and sent her runner to the very back of the firing range.
Walked over and did the same to his, except his suit was spades. Sent his to the back.
Then hit the lights, plunging the range into almost total darkness. The cards barely seen, except for a small gleam on the gloss. He looked over at Payne, "The key. Is to puncture the center of the card. Not destroy it. Not to unseat it from its clip. Got it?"
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Post by Payne Bloodletter on Nov 15, 2012 22:59:05 GMT -5
She flashed a smile and looked over to where she knew Tohrment to be. She grinned. "Got it."
She looked to where the target was, she holstered one of the SIGs then took the other and aimed carefully.
Her eyes narrowing in, sighting in the glint of the cards. She took the first shot and saw one of the gleaming gloss cards move. She wondered if she had caught the middle or not but she moved to the second card and shot. She knew she had that one. Dead center. She tilted her head at the first. Not taking another shot.
Waiting. Muttered. "Yeah. Totally only clipped that first one.."
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Post by Tohrment, Son of Hharm on Nov 15, 2012 23:12:38 GMT -5
Smiled, "The key is to not think where your target is. But where you want your bullet to go." Glancing over to the targets, fired two sudden shots.
Hitting the runner switch, the targets came back. She had been right. The left one shot was off-center on the edge. The other was dead center.
His on the other hand, were dead center.
He shrugged, "Practice. Lots and lots of practice."
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Post by Payne Bloodletter on Nov 15, 2012 23:16:39 GMT -5
She laughed and muttered, "Show off." She raised a brow and looked at him. "So what is next Tohrment?" She asked as she reloaded her gun, "Or are you done? If practice is what is needed then allow us to practice?"
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Post by Tohrment, Son of Hharm on Nov 15, 2012 23:21:59 GMT -5
He smiled, "We can practice more." He flicked the lights back on and then walked over to the chard cannon. "These are target blasts. Small pieces of paper no more than an inch square. They will blast into the range. And you just aim and shoot."
He walked over, and took stance. Then the cannon went off and the area half way down the range filled with what was like confetti. "Did I forget to mention yours is white and mine is black?"
Smiled and started firing.
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Post by Payne Bloodletter on Nov 15, 2012 23:29:20 GMT -5
She lifted her eyes skyward then lifted her gun and started to aim and fire. This she could do. It was just like shooting clay birds from the sky minus the fact these were small lighter and quicker.
She almost missed one before it hit the ground but she quickly moved her aim to hit it before going back to the air and firing a few more rounds. Waiting for another blast of fireworks.
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Post by Tohrment, Son of Hharm on Nov 15, 2012 23:31:16 GMT -5
He had no issue and was pleased she had none as well. Tapping his foot on the pedal control, more flew out and he tracked and fired, eyes moving and watching, his arms following, fingers tightening and releasing. He emptied his clip and he ejected and slammed two more into place in seconds and went back to firing, the metal casings hitting the floor, hot with a hiss in rapid succession.
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Post by Payne Bloodletter on Nov 15, 2012 23:39:11 GMT -5
Without missing a beat she reloaded and went back to firing when the next round went off. She kept her arms steady and her aim straight on target. Quickly firing off until the next round was almost deplete.
Her eyes flicked back and forth, with the papers being thin when they turned one way they would completely disappear. She kept her eyes open and looking. She aimed a little higher on one and shot one that was in the air fluttering a little slower then the others.
She grinned then laughed a little
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Post by Tohrment, Son of Hharm on Nov 15, 2012 23:46:11 GMT -5
They finished and he sat both of weapons down, thumbing the safety. Turned sideways and leaned a hip on the firing roost. "So. Better?"
She looked more at ease.
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Post by Payne Bloodletter on Nov 15, 2012 23:53:41 GMT -5
She laid her guns on the table after safety had been set and looked over at Tohr. "I do. Thank you. A lot better."
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Post by Tohrment, Son of Hharm on Nov 16, 2012 0:09:40 GMT -5
"Good. Feel free to use the range." The he smiled, "And you get to clean up." Handed her a broom, "Fritz refused too."
Laughed and let her get to it.
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