Jal paused, then leaned over and swatted Keira's butt. "Fine, 350 it is, but you have to fire from a kneeling position, or with the bench rest, not prone. Fair to do so, only because neither Aren or I are going to lie down." She paused, then smirked. "It'd squish my breasts."<br/><br/>Setting up her next target, she coded the reel to spin it to Three hundred and Fifty metres, and for a buzzer to go off if the impact was not in the area of the head, as per marked on the sheet. "Hope you're using the alarm code if you miss, otherwise it's not a fair fight because all our guns disintegrate the targets."<br/><br/>Leaning over the bipod-mounted Rifle, she adjusted the Scope's magnification to 4X, and, slowing her breathing, she chambered a fresh round, the old one bouncing over the top of the stall's barrier to land in Aren's stall, possibly on top of him. "Watch it; Hot brass."<br/><br/>Kneeling and fitting the Stock to her shoulder, she looked through the incongrously small-looking scope mounted on top of the rifle, settling the pip over the target's head. If the target were an actual human, the spot she aimed at would be roughly just above the eyes. Breathing slowly, she waited, then exhaled and slowly squeezed the trigger.<br/><br/>Five seconds later, after picking herself up off the floor and rubbing her sore shoulder, she was pleased to notice that the 'Missed me' Light had not gone off, and the top half of the target was little more than scraps of paper on the ground. "Ow. Recoil Sucks. Least Gauss weapons don't have that."