Stepping forwards, Gaius went first. He raised the handgun so that it was held in his right hand while being braced across his left forearm as if it were a sandbag or wall top to provide extra stability. He knew that more skilled fighters would not need to provide the bracing and could shoot true without even aiming down the sights at all, more by reflex than anything else, but he had not that practice or the time to learn so.

He cocked the weapon and shot at every target before the clip ran out and he lowered the weapon. Every shot had hit but not always at a vital spot and he knew that his time between shots had been too long as he had taken care to aim.

"Like I said, this kind of battle is not my forte."