Jal snickered slightly, setting up a new target at two hundred yards. "Doesn't count, Aren; you shot that thing when it was still a few feet from your booth."<br/><br/>Sliding the bolt back to eject the spent casing, which clattered off the wall onto the ground and sat there, hissing due to the heat, Jal chambered a second round, and shouted. "Fire two!" Before pulling the trigger, the second bullet disintegrating the entire target sheet into little more than tattered scraps that floated to the ground. In the distance, at the range's backstop, a large puff of grey rose into the air, then settled, the huge bullet having gone through the backstop and into the concrete wall behind it.<br/><br/>"Confirmed kill. Fifty credits says I'll get the next one, too."