Torin glanced back, allowing the sister to guide him into a better position, and to brace him for the formidable kick of the weapon. Following her calm commands, he readied himself as best he could, centering the sights on the target. He pulled the trigger.<br/><br/>Braced as he was by the Sister's steady presence, the shot was near-perfect. Torin was sure that the only thing preventing the shot from being flawlessly on-target was his own unaugmented strength.<br/><br/>"Well . . . that was a rush." He said, turning slightly in her grasp to look her in the face.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>