He studied her pose and tried copying it, except the outstretched arms don't hold onto the gun but instead let it levitate in between his palms. Hopefully it'd give him better control.
There's a minute of squinting and carefully lining the sights up while trying to take out that slight bounce in the gun that came from hovering, before he holds his breath, steadies the gun in the air again and pulls his index finger back as if pulling an imaginary trigger. The gun goes off, recoils a surprising amount and causes the boy to jump back in surprise and pull the trigger again. "Frances! I hit something! Look!" He practically beamed as the gun gestured to where he'd shot.
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