Kaler couldn't help but watch in awe. He was watching his best friend, seeing him in a light he would usually never have the privilege of seeing.
He held two pistol-looking guns in his hands, a slight smile etched across his face as he let loose a hailstorm of shots. Every second that went by, he loosed about 6 bullets from his guns in a single second, his fingers pulled back on the triggers almost as fast as the eye could see, a rate much faster than almost any other shooter in the building. It was as if he was holding a full-auto rifle.
One would assume that such speed would come at the cost of accuracy. It would be natural for him to miss most of his shots. However, Alistair was still able to hit at least 7 out of 10 shots, putting him ahead of most other shooters.
*BEEP*
