"What movie is that? Are we going to watch it after Lord of the Rings?" As he speaks he gets into the pose again, looking sort of like a dramatic crystal ball reading if anything, and lines up the sights again, aiming the other way just slightly, still taking his time. This time the shot goes wide on the other side, barely skimming the poster and the mage huffs. That just wouldn't do. He abandons the dramatic future reading pose to instead fold his hands behind his back and stand directly behind the gun and lean forward to squint down the sights, looking like he was surveying some antique. The recoil nearly causes the handle to smack him in the nose and he barely scrambles back in time. "Guns are mean," he grumbles and marches back to his position, mage on the warpath.
Determined to get this right he changes stances again, making a handgun shape with his hand, in a similar way he'd shot off mystic bolts before and lined up his index finger with the sights again. "Pew!" No mystic bolt this time but the gun goes off and he leaps into the air with glee. "Frances! Frances! Look! It's right by his head! I almost got him!" Granted, he'd been aiming at the guy's chest but...details.
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