RWBY: Tale of Four Dragons

Ashes To Cinders, Life to Death

They say the perfect shot is a work of art, Take it at the right moment and your art will be remembered for generation. I wait days for my perfect shot, i wait for the right wind directiong, Correct time of day, and how many people are in the are too see it happen. Each shot i take is picture perfect, and each one will be talked sbout for generations to come.

What most people dont know, for the right price ill take a shot. Ive Taken shots of Poor, to shots of the rich and powerful. Each secound counts in my work, take too long and i miss my opportunity, go to fast and ill loose the opportunity again since. Each shot matters, thats why i go for the head.
The reaction is what i love the mostin each shot.

'You see' Shikage though as he slowly aimed the retical of his large rifle, the dot right on a rich looking mans head. The man was laughing and at a party, talking to the people thag joined. 'Each shot i make is perfect' his eye would lookup at the hud of his scope, Adjusting his aim to take account for the wind residence 'Calculated'. He aims up slightly so the retical is above the mans head. 'and EXECUTED' his finger squeezed the trigger, a bolt of hot plama coated metal exiting the barrel of the Gauss Rifle. It flew through the air at high speeds and met it's mark, the heated plasma melting through the mans head and killing him instantly. 'but unlike Vango or other artists...my work will be recognized Before, During, and generations after my death'. He turns and smirks, he sprints amd jumps, His body turning into ash and spiraling, Riding the breeze away from the crime scene.

"The perfect shot, marks a point in history for generationz....a Singal trigger squeeze can mark a point in history for Eternity"- Lavernus "Shikage" Draco