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Fifty-six: Skilful and Clumsy
When it came to guns, there was no-one better than Hawkeye. With handgun or a sniper rifle, she could easily beat anyone for aim without taking a second longer to line up her sights. Putting a shotgun in her hands was as good as saying "No-one's getting past without a giant hole in their body."
Mustang, in comparison, looked like a man who had never touched a gun in his life. Oh, he had one, and he knew how to shoot it, due to military regulations, but, while Hawkeye would hit the bullseye every time (although she still insisted she needed practice – she couldn't hit it dead-on every time, apparently), Mustang would hit the target itself, maybe three in every four shots. Less in a combat situation, when he didn't have time to aim.
He felt he was lucky to have her as his aide. She'd just snort and tell him not to get lazy and wander out in the rain without his sidearm.