[ Normally, it might be helpful for the teacher to walk through their demonstration with words, but...that's not so much the case with Prompto. Instead, he just does what he would usually do, cocking his weapon as he takes aim at a line of tin cans up along a medium-height wall. The classic gun-training scenario. ]
Sooo, you just line up your shot, take aim - [ he levels his gaze over the sight, eyes narrow ] - and fire.
[ Pulling the trigger, the gun expels a round right through the first tin can, knocking it to the ground. Ha! Good to know he hasn't let himself get too rusty. ]
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Sooo, you just line up your shot, take aim - [ he levels his gaze over the sight, eyes narrow ] - and fire.
[ Pulling the trigger, the gun expels a round right through the first tin can, knocking it to the ground. Ha! Good to know he hasn't let himself get too rusty. ]
Bullseye, baby!