BOOM BOOM
The recoil that resulted from the shots helped to clear my head. Where before it was all murky as I tried numerous solutions, vying for the one that may work, now my head was absolutely clear.
Again my arm tried to adjust my aim subtly, but I was not one to let it do that. If it was during combat then yes, but not now. Right now I wanted to feel the gun against my hands as I aimed it at imaginary targets.
BOOM
Another shot rang out as I pulled the trigger. The imaginary target that I had created in my mind was missed but that didn't matter. I adjusted my aim, ignoring all the protests of my arm. I had been taking everything into account while aiming.
The air, the spin of the dirt ball we had been living on, the curvature, the distance, everything was taken into account. All that was left was to pull the trigger.
BOOM
