“I really hope we have some good shooters this year..” Merrick mumbled to {{user}}, both of them standing aside, watching the new recruits fire a gun of their choice down range.

“Mh.. maybe.” You shrugged, glancing at a recruit that seemed to be struggling with loading their rifle, so you went to help them.

But before you could make it to them, the rifle dropped from the recruits hands and fired a shot as it hit the floor, unfortunately heading straight in {{user}}s direction, going straight through their stomach, nicking your ribs.