she handed him one of the shotguns "i put the safety on…. just wanted to let you know." she then muttered to herself "yeah that was worth saying seraph…" she headed down the target's section and picked up a few spin targets "these should do fine."
He held it awkwardly in his hands. Not knowing what to do with the weapon. Um um um um um um ummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm
she began to walk out the front door "best to do this outside." she set up the targets and stood by Tom "you want to go first?"
"Uhm…." He mumbled. "I… dont… know." Tom shifted his feet.
she shrugged "i'll go, shooting can take the edge of…… or at least that's what i've heard… just imagine what ever is causing you problems down the range, then shoot the fuck out of it." Seraph took aim, fired and was knocked on her ass "ok ow…"
"You okay?" He asked, moving towards her. Concern was in his eye.
"yeah… i didn't lean into the shot…." she got up and held her shoulder "gotta get used to the recoil…. nothing like the first person shooters."
"Still, are you alright?" He asked. "That looked painful…" He looked at her shoulder she cradled in her palm.
"yeah… i'm fine." she picked up her shot gun and kept the barrel to the ground "ok… note to self: lean into the shot and shoulder it correctly…"
Tom watched her, preparing to help her if she got hurt. He shifted the shotgun around in his arms, trying to find the best way to hold and catch her if needed.
"damn that hurt…" she basically used the shotgun as a cane but forgot to put the gun's safety on. she accidentally pulled the trigger causing the gun to go off that rocketed into her underarm. "MOTHER FUCKER!!!" she cried out as she fell to the ground
Tom ran to her and pulled the gun off her. "Are you okay?" He asked, worry in his gaze and all over his face. He held her head in his arms, making sure she didn't bang it on the cement.
she winced "aaaaaah damn it…" she looked up at him with an expression of pain "this was a baaaad idea…" she kept her hand in her under arm "gods damn it… that fucking hurt."
Oh shit what do i do… "Anyway i can help? You need water or an ice pack or..?"
"i need an ice pack…" she groaned. she adjusted her hand and a pop could be heard "FUCK!!!" she curled up into a ball while clutching her arm "i… i think my arm was dislocated… ooooooooh damn it…."
"Oh no…" He mumbled. "Here, stay still… ill pop it back in for you." He grabbed her hand.
she balled up the sleeve of her jacket and bit down on it "this is gonna suck…."
He grasped her shoulder. "You like cats?" He asked. "I have one at home." He pulled her arm up and popped it back into place without warning.
she let out a muffled yell of pain as tears streamed down her face. she took the sleeve out of her mouth "cats? really?" she chuckled with pained gasps.
"Well…" He mumbled. "Cats are cute…."
She gave him a one-armed hug "you big goof." gods that fucking hurt
"Well, I can't have dogs…" He wrapped his arms around her gently.
"why not?" she got up, grabbed the shot gun and glared at it you're an asshole mr. shotgun… she then looked back at him waiting for an answer
"Panic attacks. Coyotes did this to my face. A lot of PTSD." He chuckled.
"ah… sorry about that then." she sent a pulse of electricity melting the trigger and used it as a cane again now you can't fire, i have won…