"Is it good? Are we going to watch it? You can laugh at the gun fight and I can complain about the TK!" He goes back into his hand-sign gun pose and lines up the sights again. It's taking a lot of concentration to keep the gun levitating steady and not hovering or moving much. His TK wasn't the most precise, he was getting better but there was a reason he didn't like eating in front of most people still.
He takes his time each of his shots, mostly for steadying the gun and concentration reasons, it was a whole different ball game when you couldn't actually touch the gun. Granted, he'd probably never use this skill because if he could float a gun he could shoot a mystic bolt instead. But it was the principle of the thing.
His next shots do generally hit the paper, a few grazing. For his last two shots he goes over to retrieve his hat, perching it on top of his head, on top of the headphones. It looked silly but it was his lucky magic hat so silliness would be tolerated for the luck. Another deep breath and Martin lined up his shot again, taking a full minute to actually get the gun steady to his satisfaction. Apparently the hat does work, since his next shot grazes the side while the final one is only what could be called an appendix shot. Okay fine, didn't hit a vital organ but it was a hit.
Martin pretty much floats in the air during his victory jump. "I hit him! Did you see? I hit him!" He practically beams at Frances, looking happier than he had in months. "It counts right?"
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