"Very good shot, Lord Eward!" Hurst complimented, pressing the butt of his own gun to his shoulder and gazing down the sight, waiting for one of the dogs to return with Eward's pheasant before firing his own first shot. He didn't think it had hit, but the second dog darted out, and returned as quickly with a rabbit, setting it down by Lord Hurst's foot. "Evenly matched so far." He commented, loading the gun again and raising it once more to his shoulder.