Medium · Hand/Eye Coordination ≥ 4
A lot of things were wrong with that shot: the Falostesse was the wrong choice, his shoulders were raised, but above all -- he cannot trust his eyesight.
Motorics
Before thought effects; other dialogue conditions may apply.
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A lot of things were wrong with that shot: the Falostesse was the wrong choice, his shoulders were raised, but above all -- he cannot trust his eyesight.
You know, you don't feel like too bad of a shot yourself...
You hear an explosion within the weapon in your hands. The branches of the pinetree behind the girl shake ever so lightly. Your ears are still ringing...
A plume of smoke erupts from the barrel. Your hand goes numb from the explosion. With your ears still ringing you lower the weapon to see what happened.
Ask for another shot. You'll get it with the next one, the god damn light reflected off some window, surely...
The sound of the explosion from your gun echoes over all of Martinaise. The bullet found its way to the heart of a kid.
It came out wrong, you made it sound like you're some sort of roulette addict looking for a fix, ask again, more controlled this time:
Feels like shit man, how did this happen? Hit him straight in the chest... how horrible, you're so sorry.
The buckle explodes into tiny pieces, coming loose with a whirr.
Your hand twitches. A single bullet hidden from sight. Remember the way it slides into the barrel. The muzzle of the loaded weapon pointed at your heart -- it feels familiar, doesn't it?
Then we'll be ready for them.
We were sort of hoping there would be a gun, an expensive jewel, or at least a sword in it for you -- if you deliver the message. Oh well...
Your fingers trace the edges of an imaginary holster on your hip. A slight twitch runs through your index finger.
God... even this javelin-throwing freak here...
An extremely inadvisable strategy against automatic weapons. Be sure not to make the same mistake.
Fire off a shot over her head and use the moment of confusion to close the distance. Left hand grabs the barrel, right one breaks the wrist...
No... no-no-no-no. THEY'RE REALLY NOT. The gun wasn't even loaded. No shots fired. You're fine.
She's frantic, confused, teetering under all that gear... There's an opening, if you just move fast enough.