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William ignored the sounds behind him. Rather the marksmen focused on the brigands below; His crosshair scanned across their ranks, freezing on the head of one wielding a gun. Billy exhaled, then squeezed his trigger. The spent round leapt from the chamber as the bolt was pulled back.

Clambering the next round, William swept his sights across the enemy below. His eye was drawn to a man fleeing, abandoning those who were turning to him. Billy ground his teeth briefly; This target didn't seem to be carrying a firearm, yet William suspected it was a target worth shooting. Adjusting his aim Billy squeezed the trigger again, his shot was aimed for the fleeing man’s hip; The intent was to slow the man’s flight. [color=#FFA500]”Tagged one; Hip shot, watch for blood trail.”[/color] Billy stated to those behind him, he also made a mental note to repeat those words later.

The marksman turned his attention back to the men below, there were still three firearms down there. Primary targets to thin before the troopers charge got within range. William still had to finish the task.