Lucky Shot

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The shot rang in her ears painfully, a whine protruding her lips as she dropped the gun, her fingers hurting from the knockback. Glancing over to the cans on the other side of the room, the bullet had ended up nowhere near them.

"Just why...?", she was rubbing her fingers, glancing over at the man next to her with annoyed hazel eyes. As she noticed that he couldn't hear her, she blew up her cheeks, waiting for him to take off the earmuffs. After firing a few shots himself, hitting two out of three, he looked down on her, a small grin on his face as he put down the ear protectors.

"Wazzup, sis?", he gave her a grin, eyes sparkling foolish green, just to earn a punch against his arm.

"We're out of there for two days and you're making me do this? I should be preparing for my next exams!", she yapped, waving at the guns. There was a bit of a mad gaze in her brother's pupils as he ran his hand over her head.

"C'mon, I just want you to be able to protect yourself", the older rolled his eyes. "The streets are dangerous, and you're a tiny pipsqueak on your own. And your spells are just make-believe against a gun."

"By the gods, P, it's been two fucking days! I don't even know how you managed to get all of this in two. Fucking. Days!", she stared up at him with wide eyes, before lifting herself up to sit down on the table. Her brother grinned widely.

"Preparation, Shimmy. Everything's just a matter of preparation. I've had the adoption papers ready for years and for a bit of extra income the office didn't have an issue pushing the matter through a bit faster. The purchase for the shop was cut and dried just as much, and I made the calculations. Starting with ten employees and finalizing the blueprints, we should be back out of the red in two months. Mr. Macbeth would be proud, don't you think?"

"I don't care what Mr. Macbeth thinks, you're a fucking lunatic!"

"Stop cussing, you're too young for that, pipsqueak."

"I'm 75! Stop acting as if I'm a kid just because you're a hundred now!"

"Stop acting like you're a grown-up just because you're going to UA, geez. And now you're gonna go ahead and finally start listening to your brother as to how to use the gun. It's just a pistol, it's not that hard. You can even call me dad now if it helps your mind." Picking up his own, he released the catch again, weighing it in his palm as he tried to teach her the ropes again.

"Sometimes I really hate you.", she sighed, taking the pistol up. "I even forgot to put in the damn catch... who even taught you this?! You're barely legal and you're already committing felonies! Goddammit, you know I really don't want to have to go back to the orphanage when you get arrested, no matter that Mr. Macbeth is the best dad we could've had."

"Who taught me this? Jozy of course, she's awesome. And you're one to talk about felonies, being already addicted to that java stuff."

"Yeah, P, but the damn difference is that I can't get arrested for shit as long as I'm a minor."

"Could you stop cussing and start shooting, Shimmy? I really need to get back to work."

Giving him a glare, her blonde ponytail waved through the air as she put the earmuffs back on, breathing out as she aimed for the can. Notch and bead, careful... the shot ran through her thin arms, no comparison to the well-trained elf next to her. Unlike his sister, he didn't have the small and frail build of a scholar, visibly showing off that he didn't just 'learn' during his training to become a decent mechanic; Pretty muscular, with as much body fat as anyone who lived off algae bread, his arms covered with various tattoos.

"Almost", he grinned down on her, looking at the mark on the wall right next to where the cans were. His sister let off an annoyed moan.

"This is just a gun! I know how explosives and projectiles work! How is this so damn hard?!"