Tom snapped his little plastic pistol to the side, and fired off a shot, causing the pixel zombies head to burst. He never even appeared to look away from his own targets.
Tom's posture was rigid, he stood, and moved exactly like he would if it was a real fight. To him shooting the zombies wasn't hard. Throwing a knife at a bird flying away and hitting it while avoiding killing your friend, that was hard.
Oddly despite his superb aim, Tom would jerk back as the zombies attacked him. Dodging the attacks on his own. Yet he still took damage.