Holding the hefty rifle in her arms, and feeling the weight of it...Alec watched her brother take shots at one of the dummies. First two shots...knee, knee, kneecapped...by paintballs. The next two shots...right hand, left wrist. They were pretty darned accurate, but she couldn't exactly tell what her brother was thinking when he stepped down, seemingly done with his part in things. Four shots of the handgun, and not even using the katana, at all...and he looked a little ticked off, too, for whatever reason. Well, this was Alec's turn to shine. The rifle was...well, it was a rifle. Heavy.

Holding it in a proper position, like she'd seen a diagram or so of a while back, the stock to her shoulder...she fired two rounds, then dropped the rifle, and holding her shoulder while leaning down and hissing in pain, "OWWWWW! FUC--sssssss, ow. I'm good! I'm...good..." Looking down at the offending rifle in disdain, then up at her bro to see if he would snicker at her...he did look vaguely amused, but she was also surprised when he tossed her his handgun, though Alec just barely caught it with her one hand while her other was still rubbing her bruised shoulder. Taking aim, and a little sore...two shots, one grazed the side of the dummy, while the other just barely hit the upper leg of it. A long, disappointed-at-self sigh followed.