A/N: I've had this drabble in my head for a while. And there are events that have occurred to everyone which has changed them enough such that they actually partake in activities like the one described where normally they might not. Character development ftw.
Background: Joe fights with a spear, Izzy with guns, and Mimi with ninja type gear.
Joe felt that something was just wrong with everything.
Regardless, he still raised the gun and fired, attempting to take as little time as possible but still with accuracy.
He frowned as he saw the mark a few rings from the center of the target. "This feels wrong," he proclaimed, turning to look grimly towards the others with him. "It just doesn't feel right to add guns into our arsenal. It's like I'm going to actively kill anything I'm aiming for."
Izzy, who was next to him reloading his own gun, twitched a little. "Then aim for their foot or something," he replied. "Besides, it's not like driving a spear into your enemy's head is any better."
Joe winced a little, recalling that Izzy had recently decided to become the group's gunman, which meant that his last comment would have been a little on the offensive side. "Okay, you have a point there," he stated, shaking his head.
He watched as Izzy finished reloading, readied his weapon, and fired with one clean motion. The mark in the dead center of the target showed just how accomplished the younger boy had become with his accuracy.
"Wow Izzy, you've become really good at that..."
The two turned towards Mimi, who had been simply watching them practice, apparently still uncomfortable with the thought of using guns. Izzy smiled slightly. "Thanks. I need to if I'm going to be an asset in battle."
Mimi nodded. "Mmm-hmm. Something we all need to be able to be..." her voice drifted off as she suddenly stared into space, her right hand shifting towards the pouch strapped around her right thigh.
Joe and Izzy glanced at each other.
"Mimi, how's your target practice coming?" Joe asked suddenly, attempting to move the conversation as he was able to tell that the girl before him had her mind on fairly somber things.
She sat up a little as though returning from a daze. "Oh, it's going great."
"Cool. Hey, challenge, hit Izzy's target mark."
A rather un-Mimi like expression came across her face, looking slightly devilish and determined. Joe made a mental note that Mimi with the influence of certain Americans was not something he had foreseen. She stood and strode up to where Izzy had been a moment later. With one swift, graceful movement, her hand rose up from where it had been by the pouch, only to drop with force as an object flew across the area to hit the target.
She squinted and turned back, hands on her hips with a proud expression on her face.
There was a shuriken planted cleanly with one point lodged in the bullet hole of Izzy's target.
Izzy clapped appreciatively. "Wow."
Joe made another mental note to never make Mimi angry.