Lust Meets Wrath

Shooting Competition

Striker arrived on Bombproof at the shooting range in the middle of Wrath, Lena riding in front of him. Sliding off the hellhorse the pair approached the sign up table. The rules were simple, pick a single gun and use it to shoot the target at range. Most were using rifles and snipers of sorts.

Striker had signed up using his revolver, tail rattling some. 

Lena had signed up with her .38 Lady Derringer. She grinned some, most of the competitors were guys or Wrathborn ladies. 

The other competitors just stared at them and a few laughed. 

"Wonder if they are laughing 'cause they are nervous." Striker grinned. 

"They should be." Lena wagged her tail. Wearing blue denim jeans and a beige tank top. 

"WELCOME ONE AND ALL TO THE WRATH SHOOTING COMPETITION!" The announcer was a Wrathborn imp, owner of the shooting range. "This years prize is the usual cash and a one of a kind celestial colored pistol with a few matching rounds that shoot out stardust. The rules are simple, no scope shots at your target. You get three shots, the competitor that hits the highest points wins. Shooters, step forward and take your first shot."

Every other shooter went first, getting 8 or 9 points. 

Striker smirked some, stood sideways and aimed down the barrel of his revolver and fired. Perfect shot, 10 points. 

Lena smirked and took a breath, both eyes open as she squeezed the trigger of her tiny gun and hit within the 10 point center circle. 

The rest of the shooters stared in disbelief before they all took their second shots. A couple 10s, but mostly 8s and 9s again. 

Striker spun his gun and hip fired, another perfect 10 shot. He blew the smoke from his gun and winked.

Lena giggled some and took aim, firing again and getting closer to the center of the 10 circle. 

The other shooters started to question themselves and these two imps. Another round of firing, the other competitors were so shook up they got mostly 7s and 8s. 

Arm extended Striker fired and got another perfect 10. Total of 30. "Well pumpkin, ya gonna match me or what?"

She giggled some and fired her final shot, perfect 10 this time. Another 30. 

"Well uh.. we've never had two winners... how about a tie breaker?"

The two nodded some as the others moved the barrier and pulled the targets ten yards back. 

"Tie breaker round."

Striker spun his gun, using the hip fire shot again, a perfect 10 point. "Alright."

Lena took a breath and fired her shot, it hit between the 9 and 10. "Well fuck..."

Striker gave her a grin and she blushed. 

"We have a winner! STRIKER!" 

He stepped forward to collect his prize.

"Wait a second..." one of the other competitors complained. "That's not a sniper or a rifle. And for all we know he tampered with that gun."

"Oh bullshit." Lena and Striker said. 

"Make him prove it!"another yelled. 

Striker growled some. "Are you serious? It's not my fault ya'll can't shoot worth a shit."

Lena huffed some and walked over to the range where they kept the weapons and pulled out a pistol and a revolver. Hand the revolver off to Striker. She lifted the pistol and aimed, firing and hitting the ten spot. 

Striker hissed and fired with the new gun, dead center. "Any more questions?"

There was a hush over the crowd as Striker took the case with the new gun and looked to them. Lena smiled some and wagged her tail. The two mounting up, leaving the range guns and taking off for home. 

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Back at home Striker looked to her. "Sorry you had to see that."

"No hun, it's fine. Besides we shut them up." She purred.

"And you..." he said and leaned over her. "You surprised me... yer a good shot. Makes me respect ya more knowin' Ah don't gotta worry about if ya can defend yerself." He lifted her chin and kissed her briefly.

Lena blushed and wagged her tail. "Yeah well, ya gotta learn to shoot..."