Time to nut up, or shut up I guess. Ren thought as he adjusted various dummies, targets and what looked like four tennis ball shooting machines, like things you would find in batting cages at ninety degree intervals around him. Please don’t let me looks stupid. He then unclipped the tops of his holsters, and set himself in a relaxed but alert stance. His nerves were going crazy, he always felt this way when under pressure, the pit in your stomach, and a slight flush in the face. He lived for adrenaline. This better impress them. He signalled Olivia to start the machines, it was go time.
The first balls started to fly in and varied speeds, while he reached acrossed his body with both arms to find the grips of his twin semi automatic pistols. Finding them both with ease he pulled them up fluidly, and pulled the trigger. The balls reached him soon after, he shifted his body slightly avoiding the balls, all while still pulling the trigger. Unloading rounds into the various targets and dummies he had placed. This was a test of his reflexes, accuracy, and mental processing ability. He fired until he reached the bottom of his clip. Dodging the balls flying at him all the while, he ejected the clips and then reached behind his back reinserting full clips that were placed along his belt.
Time to step it up a notch. This was fun for Ren, the sense of adrenaline and the ability to be able to show off his talents, it was like the perfect combo. After emptying six full clips he dropped his pistols, spun around and pulled out his revolver while saying, “And...now for the... finishing touches!” Sweat poured down his forehead and it started to get in his eyes. He couldn’t tell if it was from the concentration, or if it was from the more dazzling approach he adopted of dodging halfway through his clips. Showing of was his thing, he had to do it right.
Firing the last six rounds out of his revolver, he ducked and spun to face his classmates and teacher, reaching his arms out towards them, “Tada!” The targets behind him upon closer inspection read “OLIVIA <3”. Hope that’ll impress them.
The first balls started to fly in and varied speeds, while he reached acrossed his body with both arms to find the grips of his twin semi automatic pistols. Finding them both with ease he pulled them up fluidly, and pulled the trigger. The balls reached him soon after, he shifted his body slightly avoiding the balls, all while still pulling the trigger. Unloading rounds into the various targets and dummies he had placed. This was a test of his reflexes, accuracy, and mental processing ability. He fired until he reached the bottom of his clip. Dodging the balls flying at him all the while, he ejected the clips and then reached behind his back reinserting full clips that were placed along his belt.
Time to step it up a notch. This was fun for Ren, the sense of adrenaline and the ability to be able to show off his talents, it was like the perfect combo. After emptying six full clips he dropped his pistols, spun around and pulled out his revolver while saying, “And...now for the... finishing touches!” Sweat poured down his forehead and it started to get in his eyes. He couldn’t tell if it was from the concentration, or if it was from the more dazzling approach he adopted of dodging halfway through his clips. Showing of was his thing, he had to do it right.
Firing the last six rounds out of his revolver, he ducked and spun to face his classmates and teacher, reaching his arms out towards them, “Tada!” The targets behind him upon closer inspection read “OLIVIA <3”. Hope that’ll impress them.