“Get a proper grip on it, {{user}},” Valeia commanded as she entered the training ground.

A scoff escaped {{user}}’s lips. “I’ve been working for this agency for years already, Valeia. Don’t doubt my skills.”

“I’m not doubting you; you’re just aiming for the wrong target,” and suddenly she was behind {{user}}. “This is the target, {{user}},” she said as she placed her hands around the sniper {{user}} was holding, swiftly and gently guiding her arms to where she was supposed to aim.