Nerva probably shouldn't have been spending so much time trying to strengthen her shooting skills, when it was clearly her biggest weakness. She figured that she should have been showing off the areas she excelled more easily at, but she was stubborn and knowing that she wasn't all that great at one thing, one thing that had landed her rank below the line, just wasn't going to work for her.
Inhale, hold, aim, squeeze, exhale, steady. It was becoming a mindless pattern the more she did it. The recoil made her arms tremble, but she managed to keep them reasonably still. Her arms were a lot stronger than she'd ever realized. Carrying books around all the time had actually been useful for toning her arms. Who would have guessed? Still, her arms were undergoing so much abuse that they'd be absolutely useless to her the next day.
As Nerva had expected, wearing her old Erudite glasses increased her aim significantly, while she wasn't anywhere near hitting the center of the target each time, she was undoubtedly hitting her mark. For all the good the books had done her arms, they took from her eyesight as compensation. Nerva wasn't sure it'd been a fair trade-off, but there was nothing she could do about it now except try to find a way around it.
She went to move, wanting to try from a farther distance, only to walk backward into someone. She let out a startled noise, gunning waving wildly as she spun around to see who she'd collided with. That wasn't dangerous...She quickly realized what she was doing and pointed the hand gun toward the ground, red flooding onto her face.
"Oops...?"
