The Scout

<i>Three. Two. One.</i>

<i>Click.</i>

<i>BOOM</i>

The revolver kicked back hard in Ezra's grip and the shot goes wide, missing the tree stump he was targeting by a mile.

"Ikel!", he exclaimed in his native tongue.

This was exactly the 16th time he'd fired a gun and exactly the 16th time he'd missed the stump that was barely 15 feet away. Frankly, this pissed Ezra off. With his bow he'd have not only have hit that stump 16 times in a row, but each arrow would have struck the same spot while he shot with his eyes closed from hundreds of feet away. He was an <i>incredible</i> shot at <i>worst</i>, yet the skills haven't seemed to translate well with this new weapon. He took a minute to compose himself, straightening out his black leather armor as he stood up straight on more time to focus on his next shot.