ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ɪs ʙᴜɪʟᴛ ʙʏ ᴋɪʟʟᴇʀs

[dogmeats]

Who: Sandor Clegane & You
What: a catch-all — ft. open mini-event top level
When: the month of October
Where: around Milton

Content Warnings: profane language, violence, period-fantasy typical ignorant bullshit likely, possible mentions of child death and assault (from Gregor)

sᴏ ʏᴏᴜ ʙᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ ɢᴇᴛ ᴜsᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʟᴏᴏᴋɪɴɢ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇᴍ

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[dogmeats]

A few steps, he says — Sandor takes exactly one unimpressed stride backward. Probably helps that he's got longer legs than your average man, but he's not backing up like a fucking coward for the purposes of this demonstration. Just shoot the damn thing. If it were that dangerous to be in proximity, people bloody well wouldn't line their faces up next to it to shoot half the time, would they?

"Just get on with it," he mutters lowly, with a gesture that's completely unnecessary seeing as James is already lining up his shot. What a fucking nonce.

He eyeballs body language. Hand placement. The way James aims, the way he readies the weapon, the way he finally fires it. It isn't as dissimilar to a crossbow as one might expect, he thinks, given the two very different ways they function mechanically. This one's deadlier, sure. Seems like the next step that follows it, perhaps, some hundred or so years down the line in Westeros, maybe. Whenever some batshit man like Qyburn has an idea while taking a shit.

[gildedlife]

The one single step back earns an unimpressed look, but it might be easy enough to see that James is just slightly amused underneath it. He'll accept that compromise, and can't help but have a little appreciation for the sass of it.

James lifts the rifle, braces it against his shoulder, and lines up his shot. There's no rush, so he takes a moment to be sure of his aim before firing, which turns out to be a good choice; his bad arm is the one supporting the gun, and having been practicing a bit now, he's starting to feel the weight of the weapon. It's only for a moment, but just after lining up the shot, the muzzle of the rifle dips slightly before he realizes and compensates for it.

When he does fire it's another hit, and he lowers the gun to smirk just a little in Sandor's direction.