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Hypothetical, her ass. Becca eyes the knife as it comes out to play, the glint of green in the sun all she needs to do more than just verbally answer. As Venus steps back, she finds out exactly how quickly Rebecca can do so as the junior agent reaches for her gun, currently in her back holster.
She draws it and aims at Venus without a word, but doesn't discharge the gun.
The second her hand moved, so did Venus. Thirteen feet. She even had the spare time to get close and grip her arm, fingers focused for the soft spot between her bicep and tricep and pinching down hard.
She should be able to cause the nerve cluster to spasm, and therefore making Becca drop her gun before she can even get it up all of the way.
With her other hand, the poisoned blade would raise and stop just near her neck, careful not to break skin. While curable and manageable, she still didn't like the idea of poisoning an agent.
Well, it was her own fault for not waiting the full twenty one feet. Venus succeeds in getting Becca to drop the gun, fingers twitching with the muscle spasm. She looks at Venus without moving, neither having done much of that until the weapons come into play, and doesn't flinch or swallow. The frown's gone, but that's about the only difference.
"I'm going to go with the space needed to get to me before I can draw and aim." Since the knife is so kind to remind her not to screw up the answer by being so close.
She let go of Becca's arm and stepped back. She even grabbed the fallen gun in a swift movement and held it out to her, a sort of peace offering from the woman. Especially considering she reholstered the obsidian blade.
"Yes. Twenty-one feet is the maximum distance a normal person can travel in the time an equally normal person takes to draw, aim, and fire their gun."
She offered her a genuine smile. Good job, girl. You got it.
"Within twenty-one feet, your gun is less useful. If you already have it drawn, you have about ten feet for them to aim and fire."
Well, that's part of the reason she wanted range. Creative uses will come later for the in-between, she supposes. Like rotting down a wall.
Nodding, Becca takes the gun and reholsters it, watching Venus carefully but with a bit less suspicion. As much as the smile throws her, she finds herself returning it a little.
"This is the part where you reveal that you're not exactly normal." Using it twice in the same sentence is helpful to put it in the perspective of meta vs. mundie, but there will always be others who are more than 'normal' or average.
"I've been perfecting my craft for years," she said with a nonchalant shrug. She wasn't exactly normal. Her perception was almost painful at times and she moved the moment she saw fingers twitching towards anything weapon related. She knew her enemies, and she knew the common ticks all enemies shared.
"But I don't have anything like super speed, so I guess I am pretty normal, in this regard."
She chuckled. In a way, it was funny to her. She didn't defrentiate the "mundane" from the "meta" very often. She had seen the same good and the same evil in them both. They were all just people to her.
"And you?" She asked, motioning towards the gun attached to her back. She had watched her as she pulled it out, and while not sloppy, it was far from perfected.
A contemplative nod. Her form wasn't bad, that was for certain. A month of training with a gun, and she was already whipping it out without much incident.
"You have potential," she told the girl, trying to pay her a compliment.
"Thanks. I'd hate to think this was all a waste." There's a brief smirk to show the words are appreciated, though her own response is also true. No point being here if she's just going to be a waste of space. Then again, she's already determined she won't be.
It took her a few moments to decide whether or not the little Goth girl was being sarcastic. She decided it was probably best, for both of them, if she believed not.
"Work on the speed of your withdraw. Let me see how you hold your gun?"
She actually seemed to be asking as she approached, again, this time without any weapon in hand.
Far beit from her to deny an impromptu training session. Admittedly, she probably should have been wearing her regular holster, but Rebecca spent money she'd earned on this one and hadn't seen a reason not to break it in.
She reaches back, grateful that most women's coats seem to end at about the waist as she reaches under and draws the gun free with her right hand, webbing between her thumb and forefinger pressed against the inward curve at the top of the grip while her remaining fingers wrap around the grip under the trigger. She wraps her other hand around the empty space of the grip, no fingers on the trigger.
This time, the gun is pointed to a tree several yards to her right.
She has gloves on, so there's only a moment of hesitation due to liking her personal space, rather than Venus getting a bit of rot within her first week of Chicago. Talk about a first impression.
Very carefully and with as little touch as possible, she shifted the girl's hands into a more comfortable position with one hand supporting the gun and the other able to aim and shoot.
It was commonly used in the FBI, CIA, and other acronym organizations. It was a firm grip that minimized recoil and was optomized aim.
Then, she would step back, letting her get a feel for the position.
Rebecca gets used to the grip! It feels weird, but then again, so did using it at first. If it helped prevent something happening like when she shot Muds by mistake, then she was willing to give it a shot.
"This offers a quicker grip, quicker aim, and more control. The recoil will feel different, but it's a lot more useful."
Venus shrugged slightly, appraising the way she was holding the gun. "And in the long run, it'll help. If you need to hold something with your other hand, a flashlight for example, you'll be able to without it being too awkward."
She didn't have her own gun on her, or she'd show her the different uses for that grip.
« Last Edit: Dec 17, 2015 15:57:15 GMT -6 by Venus Campbell »
"That makes sense." Rebecca nods, looking at the position her hands are in as Venus explains the usefulness of her new grip. She doens't offer the pistol to the senior agent, but she's listening.
"We were just starting to work on this last time. Basics of it, anyway."