With how Ella uniquely dresses herself and acts like a brat or a young deer who was bred in captivity all her life and was suddenly released into the wild—weird metaphor, I know—but there was no fucking shot she could hold her own against Kaley who was only next to yours truly. This was a pure fucking battle of reaction time coupled with one's mechanics in handling firearms and I was fucking impressed.
And even if Kaley was using a sporting rifle chambered in .22 LR which was something she wasn't used to or rarely uses, they were both using the same thing at the same time and they were fucking neck and neck.
In addition, there was a reason I was this astonished because this randomizing mechanism I made for the steel targets to move around well, randomly, was fucking random in its own right—within reason, of course—because if you'd ask any person familiar with numbers, a person might think they were being random or trying to be, but everyone follows a pattern or a certain style.
