”Glad you’re okay then. And I’ll grab decaf next time we have an early morning practice, okay?” She teases, smirking. In response to her question, Prism reaches around to unhook the rifle from her belt. And hey, I may be a good shot but I’m no professional - there’s still a long ways to go for me. Still, try to keep an eye on my stance and movements - I have more experience hitting long-range targets, so it’s good to see in action.”
Prism then switches places with Jocelyn, flicking a switch on the rifle to change Hawk’s Eye to it’s primary firing mode. Dropping her head to stare down the barrel, her stance automatically shifts as she brings the butt of the gun up into the crook of her shoulder, there’s a moment where she focuses on her first target - before her small form jerks with the first bullet firing.
Five shots ring out in quick succession, each managing to hit home in the targets nearest to Prism. They aren’t all headshots - some body shots, some neck, but they still do the job and cause the holograms to shatter. Popping the cartridge, Prism quickly pulls another off the waistband of her belt before sliding it into place with a click, focusing her sight down the barrel again. This time, the shots are fired off at a slightly slower rate, aiming a good distance ahead of where the holograms move - to the point with one hologram, the bullet simply clips it instead of hitting home. Cursing lightly under her breath, the final case is ejected before switching it out for a new one, she stares down the sights one last time before firing - and that last hologram shatters as she hits home. ”Even I can’t hit everything routinely all the time - thought I do try to, ‘cause ammunition is expensive. Might as well finish this cartridge off, could you throw up maybe two 2000 meter targets for me?”