Slow this week, sorry x.x
A flicker of a grin about his mouth, acknowledging her good shot. Then back to facing the targets. A slight tilt of the head in her direction to show he was listening even as he aimed the Glock left-handed, the movements almost lazy yet fluid. This time there was space between each shot, akin to a cat playing with the mouse. Deliberately aimed at non fatal locations on the target, but ones that would still disarm or hamstring an opponent. The sound always made his ears throb a bit, the curse of sensitive hearing. Reload, as emergencies did not give a chance for such things more often than not. Better to have a weapon good to go.
Satisfied that both guns were in proper working order, he flicked the safety on for each and holstered them. He supposed getting back into using a rifle would be smart, wouldn't want to be rusty if a situation called for it. The scent of gunpowder was heavy and fresh on the air. That done, he turned slightly towards the hyena shifter with shrug. "Sure. Good to go when you are."