07-29-2024, 12:57 PM
Amila watched carefully, dividing her attention between the targets and how they moved around, and Said's focus and movements as she aimed and fired. Peripheral awareness was key, though Amila, something her brothers taught her well when they were teaching her to fight as a child.
"Nice work," Amila commented with a sincere nodded, impressed at the the security officer's speed and accuracy with the weapon. "I think I can try this one. No need to worry about the bullseye right? This isn't darts," Amila winked at who she hoped was becoming a new friend.
"Ready?" Amila did a small wiggle of sorts relaxing the muscles in her body before initiating the program. She readied her weapon. "Computer, activate Level Three."
As the targets appeared Amila imagined they were Breen soldiers and her weapon was set to kill. Without worrying about where on the target she hit, she moved a lot more quickly through the program, the moving targets and the pressure she had put on herself sending a course of adrenaline through her body. When the program ended it came as a surprise to Amila - she was on the balls of her feet ready to move either direction and flinched when the targets suddenly disappeared. She turned to look at Nira, slight breathless and feeling a little sweaty from the adrenaline, but smiling from the rush.
"Fifteen in thirty, is that terrible?" Amila asked. "I know I missed a few." She wiped her palms on her pants and shook them out.
"Nice work," Amila commented with a sincere nodded, impressed at the the security officer's speed and accuracy with the weapon. "I think I can try this one. No need to worry about the bullseye right? This isn't darts," Amila winked at who she hoped was becoming a new friend.
"Ready?" Amila did a small wiggle of sorts relaxing the muscles in her body before initiating the program. She readied her weapon. "Computer, activate Level Three."
As the targets appeared Amila imagined they were Breen soldiers and her weapon was set to kill. Without worrying about where on the target she hit, she moved a lot more quickly through the program, the moving targets and the pressure she had put on herself sending a course of adrenaline through her body. When the program ended it came as a surprise to Amila - she was on the balls of her feet ready to move either direction and flinched when the targets suddenly disappeared. She turned to look at Nira, slight breathless and feeling a little sweaty from the adrenaline, but smiling from the rush.
"Fifteen in thirty, is that terrible?" Amila asked. "I know I missed a few." She wiped her palms on her pants and shook them out.