[Caitlyn leans back against the chimney. Even holding her head up is a struggle, but she grits her teeth and forces herself to sit up and pull out her rifle.
It's so heavy. It's never felt heavy before, not even when she was a child. But it's her rifle, custom made for her, practically an extension of her body. If she can't even lift it...
No, she's got to.
She manages to prop the barrel of the gun on the ledge and set the stock against her shoulder. She should be able to keep her elbow tucked in enough that she can brace her arm against her side to take some of the weight. It's not good form, it'll be harder to aim and harder to absorb the recoil, but unless there's a bucket or something like that up here at exactly the right height, it will have to do.
Just the effort of that leaves her winded and seeing stars behind her eyes.]
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It's so heavy. It's never felt heavy before, not even when she was a child. But it's her rifle, custom made for her, practically an extension of her body. If she can't even lift it...
No, she's got to.
She manages to prop the barrel of the gun on the ledge and set the stock against her shoulder. She should be able to keep her elbow tucked in enough that she can brace her arm against her side to take some of the weight. It's not good form, it'll be harder to aim and harder to absorb the recoil, but unless there's a bucket or something like that up here at exactly the right height, it will have to do.
Just the effort of that leaves her winded and seeing stars behind her eyes.]
This is alright. I can fire it like this.
[As soon as her head clears.]