That's A Shotgun

Everly fired a few shots, but she kept missing. She had only managed to hit the target once, which was on the shoulder. "This is too difficult, Ivan. I can't." She put down the gun before wiping a sweat off her face. She tried to take off her earmuff, but Ivan held her hand and shook his head, indicating that she shouldn't.

 

He picked up the gun she had kept and reloaded it. "Alright, let me show you how it's done." Stepping forward, he took on a perfect shooting stance, relaxing his body. He glanced back at Everly, giving her a playful wink. "Watch closely,"

He raised the gun and narrowed his eyes, focusing on the distant targets. The air around him seemed to be still as he exhaled slowly, his finger pressing the trigger with precision.

 

The first shot rang out, and the target jerked violently as the bullet struck its dead center. Without pausing, Ivan continued to fire, with each shot hitting the target with pinpoint accuracy.