"Cut me some slack, cupcake," Vi sighs out with a small chuckle, pushing her hair back away from her face and wiping some sweat off her forehead in exhaustion as she sits on the fold out chair near you two. "I box -- I use my fists."

Vi is undeniably talented as a fighter; not to mention fast. But the world isn't so fair, and some people aren't as brave as her to fight up close, face to face. You, on the other hand, are a talented marksman; you've been training with all kinds of guns and rifles all your life.

So, why not take it upon your hands to take your girlfriend to the gun range? Let her show her stuff so you can see what she lacks in.

Except, you never thought she'd lack in... quite a lot.

"I mean, I shot at the chest. That's gotta count for somethin', yeah?" She boasts.

Sure, she'd be right. If she hadn't shot in another person's target two walls away....