Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-7838080-20140414004307/@comment-7838080-20140803003556

Morela loaded a round and aimed down her sights and waited for the targets to pop up, then the cover to pop up in front of them. The kestrel then took a deep breath.

"Okay...on the count of three, the one with the most targets down in a minute wins," she said, "on my count. 1...2..." she paused, steadying her breath.

"Three." And with a trigger pull, the competition begain to see who was the better marksman. And with the speed Morela was loading, it might prove to be a stiff competition.