Practicing

[Tommy More]

"Bullseyes, of course. Unless you have a better plan."

[Gaius Montgomery]

"It just so happens I do not."

[Tommy More]

"Righto. Would you like to go first?"

[Gaius Montgomery]

"After you, Lord More," he said, his false humility covering for wanting to see what he was up against.

[Tommy More]

"No, no, I insist."

[Gaius Montgomery]

"Very well," he answered, "But you'll have to show he how to load this thing. The Warfield only taught modern firearms."

[Tommy More]

"Of course," Tommy said, chuckling. "No one in your family probably ever had call for these."

[Gaius Montgomery]

"For dueling pistols? No, we haven't. However, I do have quite a few ancestors who served in the military."

...as actual soldiers who did actual fighting while most of yours sat out of harm's way drinking tea.

[Tommy More]

"Really? Which wars?"

[Gaius Montgomery]

"Both World Wars for starters, and one of the Opium Wars I believe."

[Tommy More]

"Ah. New military."

[Gaius Montgomery]

I really hate him sometimes...

"Enough talk. Let's just get started, shall we? Say, 10 shots each?" he said, picking the gun up and taking aim.

[Tommy More]

"I've got long enough -- give it a go."

[Gaius Montgomery]

He then fired at the target, not quite getting a bullseye. However, not bad for his first time firing an un-rifled gun.

Damn. A little to the left next round ought to do it.

[Tommy More]

Tommy whistled. "Not bad. Not bad at all."

[Gaius Montgomery]

"I'm curious to see how a marksman more experienced in historical weaponry fares."

[Tommy More]

"To be honest, I haven't had much experience with flintlocks. Most of my practice time is done with an air pistol -- hence practicing now."

[Gaius Montgomery]

"Good Lord man, take off those training wheels and pull that trigger. Next to certain mutant abilities, there's not a more powerful feeling."

[Tommy More]

"Oh, I've fired actual guns, but I train for competitions," he said, taking aim...
BAM!

Just left of center.

[Gaius Montgomery]

"Ooh... so very close," Guy said with a smirk.

"Now about how to reload..."

[Tommy More]

"Oh, bloody hell," Tommy said, demonstrating proper reloading technique in a post that I am not too lazy to research, nope.

[Gaius Montgomery]

Once the quick lesson (which this player sees as History Channel segment) ended, Guy took aim again. He adjusted based on his previous shot and fired. He scored a bullseye.

"Now that is more like it," he grinned.

[Tommy More]

"Oh, right-O," Tommy said, matching his shot.

[Gaius Montgomery]

"Enjoy the tie while it lasts More," he said confidently as he reloaded.

[Tommy More]

"Your right, I should enjoy these moments of equality before I blow by you."

[Gaius Montgomery]

"You keep telling yourself that," he smirked.

He finished reloading and took another shot, scoring another bullseye.

[Tommy More]

Which was ALMOST matched by Tommy.

"Bloody lack of rifling."

[Gaius Montgomery]

"Sure, blame the weapon," Guy smirked, taking aim.

Many rounds later...

Guy grinned, "You almost had me Lord More. Pity almost only counts in horseshoes and hand grenades... and nuclear bombs I imagine... but I digress. Eight to seven is right close."

[Tommy More]

"Well, blast and bother. I suppose it was informative, if nothing else. Good show."

[Gaius Montgomery]

"It was also profitable," Guy smirked, "If only a little."

[Tommy More]

"Ah, yes. I suppose it was, for you.

We'll see how it goes in the long run."

[Gaius Montgomery]

"Precisely what long run would that be?"

[Tommy More]

"Are you planning on leaving the university?"

[Gaius Montgomery]

"Not at all."

[Tommy More]

"Then there will be plenty more opportunities."