[ Stephen picks a couple himself. Reloading takes a little too long on a rifle (there's a reason shotguns are double-barreled) but he might be able to get a second one. The fat ones are probably pretty slow, too.
He holds up a hand. Five fingers. Then four. Then three. Then he places the hand on the barrel, finishing the count silently.
He shoots true, and in the flurry of wings, he moves to reload. He is calm, he doesn't fumble, and a handful of seconds later he lifts the gun to his eye, aims, and shoots again. His target falls, and he lets himself smirk a little. It was a good shot: if the bullet was smaller, it would've gone through the eye, even at that range. ]
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He holds up a hand. Five fingers. Then four. Then three. Then he places the hand on the barrel, finishing the count silently.
He shoots true, and in the flurry of wings, he moves to reload. He is calm, he doesn't fumble, and a handful of seconds later he lifts the gun to his eye, aims, and shoots again. His target falls, and he lets himself smirk a little. It was a good shot: if the bullet was smaller, it would've gone through the eye, even at that range. ]