[Well, he demonstrated. She hates the idea of wasting bullets on something like practice, but-- it's not like there seems to be a shortage here. She hasn't had to scavenge for them, pull supplies off corpses. One shot won't get her killed. Hopefully.
So she nods to something off in the distance, a tree-branch that's already split and is hanging by scraps of wood and bark to the tree.]
See that? Cover your ears.
[She closes the bolt with a round chambered, puts the rifle stock up against her shoulder, braces her body for the shot. One eye closed, sight down the scope, squeeze the trigger gently as you exhale and--
The shot is a thunderous, deafening thing. She's used to it, she just rides the recoil out and then slides the bolt back to punk out the smoking shell, which she scoops and collects with her jacket down over her fingers to stave off the heat of it.
The tree branch is now completely severed, and has crashed to the ground with rather less noise than the shot itself.]
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So she nods to something off in the distance, a tree-branch that's already split and is hanging by scraps of wood and bark to the tree.]
See that? Cover your ears.
[She closes the bolt with a round chambered, puts the rifle stock up against her shoulder, braces her body for the shot. One eye closed, sight down the scope, squeeze the trigger gently as you exhale and--
The shot is a thunderous, deafening thing. She's used to it, she just rides the recoil out and then slides the bolt back to punk out the smoking shell, which she scoops and collects with her jacket down over her fingers to stave off the heat of it.
The tree branch is now completely severed, and has crashed to the ground with rather less noise than the shot itself.]
Tadah.