Who: Murphy and open (to group 2 of Bobby's Boot Camp) Where: Bobby's shooting range out back When: Evening day 2, after dinner. What: Practicing Warnings: Murphy swears like two sailors.
Murphy had found that rock salt rounds worked about the same as buckshot, only the salt was lighter so he had to aim higher. It didn't take long to adjust and get used to, so he was back to the handguns, making sure that the few weeks without practice hadn't dulled his edge any. It had, a bit, not that anyone but him would notice it. Connor might, but that was because they knew each other better than anyone else.
He dropped the clip out of the gun in his hand, slotting another one into place almost leisurely, brow furrowed slightly, he had a lot to think about at the moment. First and foremost was the brief thought that he was glad that he'd packed more munitions than they could possibly need for taking on Yakavetta, because they were definitely going to need it here. Second, and mostly below the surface, was puzzling over whether this whole thing was an extension of their God-given quest or not, and it was below the surface because he was always thinking about it these days. In between those two was where most of his focus was resting, because despite how he made it look, gunslinging was a lot of work, even for a stationary target, even just practicing.
There was a shotgun propped against the fence beside him, he'd been practicing with it earlier, but his shoulder and hip could only take so much at a time, and he didn't want to render himself useless due to recoil bruises before the week was even half up. He'd probably go back to it soon enough though, knowing that he needed more practice with the rock salt to be sure he wouldn't miss when the pressure was on.