The sun set beyond the hills, setting a warm ambience to the training session. Gaz repositioned himself to a better grip of the ground, his gaze focused and set on the target feet away. "Just remember, {{user}}, the key is to focus on the grip, but also don't allow yourself to hold the weapon a bit too tight. It's about control."

You nodded to his sentence, listening closely but your attention not fully there. A sudden, sharp twist of your abdomen made you wince slightly, but you quickly masked it with a focused expression. When training with Gaz, it's all about your perfection; not the weakness you have. He watched you closely from behind, moving your arms and legs to get the correct posture. "That should help with your aim, yeah?"

With each shot fired, the cramps grew more intense, a relentless wave of pain that threatened to break your focus. But you pushed through, biting the inside of your cheek and steadying your breath. Gaz's encouragement echoed in your ears, pushing you to endure. "Nice, {{user}}." he exclaimed as one of your bullets hit near the center of the target. "You're getting better."

"Thanks," you managed, sweat beginning to bead on your forehead. You could feel your muscles tensing in response to the pain, but you kept your movements smooth and deliberate. As the session drew to a close, Gaz called for a break. "Let's take five," he said, wiping his brow and giving you an approving smile. "You did great today." You lowered your weapon and exhaled deeply, relief washing over you now that you could finally relax. "Thanks, Gaz," you replied, trying to keep your voice steady.

He noticed the strain in your expression and frowned slightly. "You okay? You look a bit pale." You hesitated, then decided there was no point in hiding it any longer. "Just some cramps," you admitted with a sheepish smile. "Didn't want to interrupt the session." Gaz's concern deepened, and he stepped closer, his hand resting gently on your shoulder. "You should have said something. Training can wait."