Sigh
He held the pistol in his hand, trying hard to aim at the dot, and fired.
"Damn!" He cursed.
"Is it that hard to hit the dot?" Riza folded her arms and exclaimed.
"It may be easy for you," he complained and missed another shot, "but it's not that easy for me. Shit."
"Maybe you just don't have that precision," she laughed.
"I'd show you," Roy pouted, put down his gun and put on his ignition gloves.
With a snap of his left fingers, a small flame shot out and hit the target right in the middle, a perfect 'shot'.
"There."
"With a gun."
Roy took put his glove and picked up the gun. After reloading the bullets, he tried firing another series, but kept on missing the target.
The rest of the team, Havoc, Breda, Falman and Fuery walked into the range. Each smiling widely at Riza, who instantly knew what they all wanted; to learn the skill of marksmanship from her.
"Can you all handle it?" she asked, "not even the Colonel here can do it properly."
"We'll try!" Fuery exclaimed.
Each of them picked up a gun and lined up in the rows one by one. On signal, each of them fired a shot. Riza then walked past all the rows to check the cards.
Havoc being the top, followed by Roy, Breda, Falman, then Fuery. She shook her head and sighed; Havoc's shot was at least 3 inches off target, and the rest are much worse. She walked to each one of them and explained their mistakes, skipping Roy and stopping at Fuery.
"Sir, you have to practice more," she commented.
"Teach me then," he complained.
"There are people here who are much worse than you are, sir," she added dryly.
"Havoc's better than me, and you guided him still," Roy pouted.
"I've taught you enough, sir," Riza said, "you just need more practice on your own."
"You always say that, but I never improve!"
"Practice."
"Lieutenant!"
"Practice."
With a pout, he picked up his pistol again and started firing at the poor target like a spoilt child.
An hour later, the rest of the team left the range, leaving both their officers back alone in the area.
"Lieutenant!" He called, "I still can't fire properly!"
"Then keep on practicing, sir," she sighed, having said that line for at least 20 times in that day.
"Show me how you shoot," he grinned.
Riza pulled out her pistol from the holster and give the safety lock a flick.
"Watch."
The second she turned away from him, a shot was fired, and within that second, she fired another shot, hitting the target behind the first, at the exact same position. After watching the bullets pierce through the targets, his gaze shifted to her. In his eyes, Riza looked so much more like an angel when she shoots than the ones that saves lives; she just looked so beautiful.
"That…" he smiled, "is beautiful…"
"Now, sir," she replied sternly, "your turn."
"Shit…"
Walking to his ear, she whispered lowly, "if you hit the target on the dot, I'd give you a kiss."
Smirking from what he'd heard, he picked up the pistol confidently and fired, this time, not missing at all. Right on the dot. His gaze turned to Riza behind him.
Riza sighed, this trick being the only thing that could make him shoot properly with precision. Silently, she walked to him and gave Roy a peck on the lips, then sighing again.
