Without taking the breath Dean tells her to, Amelia raises the shotgun to her shoulder, aims at the nearest target, and fires. Unprepared for the recoil, she stumbles back after the shot and ends up tripping and falling hard onto her ass. There's another string of choice curses as she gets up and brushes herself off, before she looks up at him with a glare.
"...shut up." She feels like cutting off any possible laughter or 'pro tips' Dean may want to throw at her. "I'll get it this time." As if to prove her point, she turns to the target, raises the shotgun again, and this time takes a breath before she fires. She doesn't hit the whole target with her shot, but at least she didn't miss and fall on her ass this time.
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Without taking the breath Dean tells her to, Amelia raises the shotgun to her shoulder, aims at the nearest target, and fires. Unprepared for the recoil, she stumbles back after the shot and ends up tripping and falling hard onto her ass. There's another string of choice curses as she gets up and brushes herself off, before she looks up at him with a glare.
"...shut up." She feels like cutting off any possible laughter or 'pro tips' Dean may want to throw at her. "I'll get it this time." As if to prove her point, she turns to the target, raises the shotgun again, and this time takes a breath before she fires. She doesn't hit the whole target with her shot, but at least she didn't miss and fall on her ass this time.