"Very good." Austin Shepherd added, turning to look at him, "Better than we could have imagined."
They had witnessed Flossie Wright's shooting skills before.
But the shooting in battle was vastly different from shooting at targets, games, or competitions.
In that urgent moment just now, Flossie Wright didn't even have a chance to aim. She must have been shooting based on memory, taking aim just as she pulled the trigger.
Every shot hit its mark. It was flawlessly precise.
Perfect shooting skills.
"Did she train before?" Nathan Foster frowned.
Naturally talented sharpshooters exist, but the best sharpshooters are made from bullets.
And whenever Flossie Wright fired, one could swear she was battle-hardened...
