[Dan nods, but he still doesn't understand about half of what Saturday said. What he does get is that she's giving him context for her world and her world's take on weapons, which doesn't transfer to the weapons Dan's working with. He takes the notes but directs them to the firing range, handing them ear covers as he does. He puts the revolver back together swiftly. Then he demonstrates to Guts how to put his back together.]
I don't know what a 3D printer is, but probably. [He's missed that particular news item. He's starting to suspect that the three of them are from a longer bandwidth of times that he assumed.
He brings Saturday to one of the firing strips, talking to both her and Guts.]
Alright, you should both start by firing with both hands. You see the horns? [He gestures at the nubs defining the sight at the end of the revolver barrel and the carbine's muzzle, and then he shows them the proper grip and angle.]
You want to shoot through those, a tiny hair lower than it's telling you. And use both hands. You shouldn't use one hand unless you're practicing to use one hand, and you shouldn't do that unless your other hand is trapped or injured, because one hand can't absorb the firing so well and ain't gonna aim true. And you may see folk might try and shoot it sideways, but ignore them. A sideways gun has no real aim.
[He sets up, aiming at the target. slowing his gestures down to demonstrate. The Jorgmund remains ludicrous, but Dan can't tell; the human-shaped foam caricature has a sign reading "UNION LEADER".]
Brace yourself for the kickback, even a small gun's going to send a bolt up your wrist if you don't get your shoulders anticipating it. Shoot on the inhale, even though it feels wrong.
[Dan uses his revolver, makes sure they're not only beside but slightly behind him, and shoots six targets right in the bullseye. When he was a kid his dad would make him and his siblings do twenty perfect shots consecutively each before they were allowed to go home for dinner at the end of a day on the range. Dan wonders if he could do this in his sleep.]
Your turn, Saturday. But just so you know, whatever advice I can give, a good eighty percent comes down to rote practice.
[It's not that he wishes failure on either of them, but he does, somehow, hope that both struggle, just to amplify their respect for the art. Beginner's luck, in sharpshooting, is worse than early failure.]
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I don't know what a 3D printer is, but probably. [He's missed that particular news item. He's starting to suspect that the three of them are from a longer bandwidth of times that he assumed.
He brings Saturday to one of the firing strips, talking to both her and Guts.]
Alright, you should both start by firing with both hands. You see the horns? [He gestures at the nubs defining the sight at the end of the revolver barrel and the carbine's muzzle, and then he shows them the proper grip and angle.]
You want to shoot through those, a tiny hair lower than it's telling you. And use both hands. You shouldn't use one hand unless you're practicing to use one hand, and you shouldn't do that unless your other hand is trapped or injured, because one hand can't absorb the firing so well and ain't gonna aim true. And you may see folk might try and shoot it sideways, but ignore them. A sideways gun has no real aim.
[He sets up, aiming at the target. slowing his gestures down to demonstrate. The Jorgmund remains ludicrous, but Dan can't tell; the human-shaped foam caricature has a sign reading "UNION LEADER".]
Brace yourself for the kickback, even a small gun's going to send a bolt up your wrist if you don't get your shoulders anticipating it. Shoot on the inhale, even though it feels wrong.
[Dan uses his revolver, makes sure they're not only beside but slightly behind him, and shoots six targets right in the bullseye. When he was a kid his dad would make him and his siblings do twenty perfect shots consecutively each before they were allowed to go home for dinner at the end of a day on the range. Dan wonders if he could do this in his sleep.]
Your turn, Saturday. But just so you know, whatever advice I can give, a good eighty percent comes down to rote practice.
[It's not that he wishes failure on either of them, but he does, somehow, hope that both struggle, just to amplify their respect for the art. Beginner's luck, in sharpshooting, is worse than early failure.]