<div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><strong>The Old Man and the Fox</strong></span></div><br/><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/f9p8l32.png)</div><strong>NAME:</strong>Albion<br/><strong>DAY:</strong>September 28th, 2018, Afternoon<br/><strong>LOCATION:</strong>Outdoor Shooting Range<br/><strong>TAGGING:</strong>Nerissa<br/><strong>EXTRA:</strong><br/><strong>WEARING:</strong>Standard SOPHE uniform<br/><br/><hr/><br/>"We'll see." It was all Albion could say, as he truly had no idea what to expect from Nerissa. Optimism and good feelings would only get her so far, and the man was not going to coddle her in the slightest. If she was going to defend herself in the future, she needed to be cold-blooded and ready to take lives. She didn't look or sound like the sort who would be able to make the choice between herself or them... If she had something like that in her, he needed to draw it out to even begin to take her seriously.<br/><br/>"A kid can use these weapons, it doesn't make them qualified to handle them by any means. Your admitting of your lack of skill is... Commendable though. Usually people would tout their skills with firearms despite any formal training. They're also usually the first to die in a real life-or-death situation. No one wants to be the first one out." The comment had multiple meanings to it, none if which he would go in-depth on. There were better things to do than explain his particular choices in words.<br/><br/>He paused as she tried to rationalize there was no danger in unloaded weapons, before he shook his head. "Spoken like someone ignorant to human laws. If you got arrested, I wouldn't just be waiting for you twenty minutes, I'd probably not see you within the week. Consider that next time you want to drive dangerously because you were late... We humans have a saying: Better late than never." He groused, approaching the counter and waiting for the vixen to come along. It was starting to feel like a bad idea to take this job... Please, just... Surprise him. Show anything that would make him rethink the negative thoughts he had on the woman.<br/><br/>He couldn't tell if she was honestly praising him or just trying to butter him uo, but he raised his hand as if to keep her from speaking. "Cut it out with the bootlicking, I just want results. If you can do that, I'll renew my opinion of you and... Maybe, maybe I'll act nicer. But you need to show me you deserve that much." He frowned, looking out at her target. She had asked for his name, to which he gave a sidelong glance without turning his head.<br/><br/>"My name is only for friends and people above my pay grade to use... You qualify for neither right now, so you'll continue to call me Instructor Remington." He remarked coldly, before he closed his eyes. "Maybe you'll respond better to a Carrot on a Stick: If you can give me satisfactory results by the end of today's class, you may learn and use my first name, or a shortening of it if it pleases you. Until then, Nerissa..." He gestured to the target further out. "Simple accuracy training. In twenty seconds, make at least ten shots as close to the center marks on the head or chest as possible. You're allowed five seconds to mentally prepare yourself before you begin, but from the first shot, you will be timed. You will repeat the motion if you fail to get ten shots within acceptable parameters. You will also repeat the motion should any of your shots strike outside the allowed targeting area, irregardless of the accuracy of your prior shots."<br/><br/>Slipping on his earmuffs, he stood beside her, waiting for her to begin.