Jacob
*The Badger Kemonomimi would be aiming her Arquebus whilst saddled on one of the various horses of her squad. The horse seemed to be unaccustomed to the gunfire, as once she fired it reared it up, squealing and trying to buck the Badger Kemonomimi off. She curses at it in Runran before gripping the reins, and speaking in a calming tone.*

*She looked back at the target, seeing the shot had landed close to where she had aimed, and sighing. She waited until the horse was calmed, and took aim with a pistol, firing it, and quickly firing a second while she gripped the reigns, and held on as the horse reacted in a bit of a fright as expected.*

*"Damn it!"*

*She mutters once again, before lowering her voice, until she was practically cooing at the poor frightened horse. She glanced back at the target sighing as she sees she had missed even worse than the prior shot.*

*"Damn. I missed again. What is going on with my aim?"*

*She cursed out in Runran, sighing softly.*
Stephen
*The sound of gunfire repeatedly echoed in his ears, along with the sounds of horses neighing and cursing. He had planned to take an isolated spot at the range, but it seems that someone else there got there first.*

*When he arrived he spotted the badger trying to control the horse, armed with a pistol.*

"Mind if I join?"

*The stranger was dressed in simple farmer's clothes, a ragged cloak covering his figure. Only his hands and legs could be made out, though his black hair and brilliant blue eyes shone through.*
Jacob
*The Badger would look up from the horse she was saddled on, raising an eyebrow as she looked at the person before her. She looked at him for a few moments, trying to gauge him, and not seeing anything that would immediately deter her, she nodded.*

"Sure. What do you use?"

*She asked as she put the pistol into its holster, and unslung the 2nd Arquebus she carried, aiming it down range. She took care to really hone her shot before firing. This shot would ultimately land noticeably much further than the prior shots, and as expected the horse reared up and whinnied in shock, though it was more relaxed than prior shots at least.*

"Nobuna."

*She said, glancing back to him once she had calmed the war horse. Then she dismounted, and whistled to a man standing at the edge of the range.*

"Oi! Get me another one! This one's heard enough today!"

*The man rushed over to take the mount, leading it off. And she didn't look back the man before her until the pair had wandered off back to their resting area. Then she apologized with a small bow of her head.*

"Sorry about those interruptions. Training the horses to be more accustomed to gunfire."
Stephen
*Zed pulled out a bo shuriken the size of a small sword, slender and pointed, yet hefty enough to cause serious damage.*

"These. Pretty simple. Though their placement has always been a pain."

*He threw one with quite some force at a target, which hit its mark, but smacked using the side and bounced off.*

"Ah, it's one of those day huh? Zed."

*He took out a pair of dice, 6 sided, and rolled both of them in his hand. Both came up with 1s.*

"Yep, I knew it. Snake eyes. Have you been having some shitty luck too?"
Jacob
*She watched the man take out his shuriken, and her eyebrow raised higher as she watched it. She recognized it as a relatively Shinobi weapon, something she found personally rather foreign.*

"Don't think I've ever seen one of those. You must be one of those tourists from the Empire come to seek glory in the Altanbek's Tournament?"

*She asked, and felt a small laugh of amusement escape when she spotted his shuriken hit its mark but bounce off ultimately. A poor shot is something she remembered well from her early training. Though she shrugged a little about his question on poor luck.*

"I don't believe in luck, especially while I still have ammunition from which to dispense upon my foes."

*She said with another laugh.*

"But, it would seem my accuracy has been not as well maintained as it should be... Perhaps I should have signed up in the earlier rounds of the Tournament."