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[color=548b54][h3]Dulga Tarata[/h3][/color]
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Dulga put her guns away once more. She was feeling too frustrated to keep shooting. Perhaps if she could get some fresh air and hunt some game she'd calm down. But for now Dulga just felt angry that she still couldn't compare to her mother. As Dulga went to get a drink of water she did calm down visibly, merely scowling her eyes at everyone and everything. Anger messes up with her accuracy, and she knew this. Her mother taught her this. Perhaps the reason she did so poorly was because after seeing so many failures, Dulga started to attack more furiously, disregarding the precision needed to rebound her bullets off the surfaces. [color=548b54]"I still have a lot to learn."[/color] Dulga decided that for now she should stay away from the range and find something else to do. Something to get her mind off her mother's shooting technique and her failure to emulate it perfectly.

As Dulga was looking around for something to help her heroism, she noticed an odd sight: A severed leg on the floor. Or perhaps it was just something laying down next to the bench. Considering the people in her class Dulga was certain that it could be one or the other. Still she did go see what the leg was all about when she noticed it shaking violently. Worried that someone was convulsing or suffering from a stroke Dulga went over to the bench and noticed a sleeping little girl. She wore the school's uniform but Dulga didn't remember seeing her in class. [color=548b54]"Hey. Don't sleep here."[/color] Dulga stood over the little girl. Her voice was a bit too soft however. Dulga didn't want to attract any unwanted attention so she sat down on the bench and used one of her lower arms to shake the girl awake. [color=548b54]"Get up. This isn't break time."[/color] Dulga used her other lower hand to lightly tap the girl on her cheek.

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