There's some fighting and stuff

“That doesn’t mean they’re not going to die, everyone dies, everyone has their time whether it be from old age or shot from battle; those you shot that did survive know that you could have finished them off like I did but you didn’t and they should be happy you didn’t because that means they can live another day! But you still are a good shot, I can tell! Also I know you you are holding back, so…” He resets the targets. “…Shoot like you mean it!..”

“Well i really shouldn’t be surprised on your ability but you have beat my expectations! So I believe that we should skip the bread sticks and go for the Pasta linguine!” He picks up the Sniper Rifle System 99 Anti-Matériel, “You know you’ve been waiting for that all day because i know i have, so lets get this started.” He immediately gets into his shooting stance and fires 4 shots, all head shots.

“Well Warrant Officer, i don’t mind going first; its an easier way to mopping the floor with you!” Zona grabs the M6C from newts hand and goes to the table with his weapons, “ I thank you for getting the weapons out, i appreciate the effort” He lines up the shot at the targets and yells “FIRE ONE!”, 12 shots ring off, On closer inspection of the targets all shot hit their marks; and then some. The target in Zonas line of sight had two shots where the brain should be, both eyes shot out, two shot to the heart, and by examining each of the targets it shows that he shot those ones too; each one has a shot where their junk should be, “Never underestimate ones ability: That could be ones down fall”

Newt nodded, as Zona took the gun, and turned to shoot. Rolling his eyes through the ‘demonstration,’ and couldn’t help but laugh a bit. “Well, that poor sucker. I’d hate to be them.” He said, as he picked up his M6, and walked up to the range. Holding the Magnum in his hand, he looked downrange, “Firing!” an equal volley of shots rang out. Four of them took out one target’s lungs, neck, and about where the diaphragm would be. Another two clean through the head, nearly the same spot. The remaining 6 shots took out the remaining targets, either brain or heart. “You know, Zona, you’re right. underestimation is perhaps the single biggest killer on the battlefield.” He said, somewhat sarcastically, “besides, if either of us weren’t able to use a Magnum, I’d question what we were doing here.”