Ezra watched Veda from the side as the young lord held the Springfield M1903A against his shoulder.
Veda's gaze remained fixed on the target in front of him.
His cheek rested against the rifle's stock, and his eye stayed behind the scope as he made small adjustments to his aim.
The five large boulders of Blacksteel hovering around him remained at the same height.
None had shifted out of position.
Then he pulled the trigger.
Bang!
The shot rang across the training ground, but the bullet missed the bullseye by a wide margin.
Veda held his position for another moment before lowering the rifle slightly.
His eyes remained on the target, where several bullet holes had already gathered around the center.
Some were close to the bullseye, while others had struck much farther away.
Ezra's gaze moved from the target to the ground.
Several sniper rifles lay scattered around Veda.
