06-09-2017, 02:20 PM
Inside the facility were already the loser that had come before her. It was a good assumption that more would come, which was better for her. More people to kill meant more Om for each one she killed.
The Gym area was empty. Thank Omni it was, she had a moment to practice with her guns before the fight without anyone learning her strategies. The Gym was pretty varied with its content. A giant mirror on one wall to practice while watching your form, mostly helpful for swordsmen or fist fighters. An area with weights sprawled about the floor and racks. It looks like it's been used recently, considering all the dumbbells lying around and plates on the mats by the benches and racks. Lastly, and Dawn’s favorite, a small enclosed area that was used as a shooting range. She would head through the soundproof door and grab a pair of noise-cancelling headphones. The lanes had a set of targets lined up and would pop out from different angles and positions, or you could set the target to hold still. Dawn obviously chose the former, it wouldn’t be practice if her target held still.
Her pistol in hand and protective gear on, she started her warm up. The targets popped up from their positions and fell back down nigh instantly. Dawn’s speed and skill was seldom matched, but not all her shots were perfect.
After a half hour or so of practice, she decided it was sufficient. Replacing her pistol in its leather holster and returning the headphones, Dawn decided to get something to eat and drink at the bar. She took a seat at the bar a few seats away from any other primes there and ordered something to feast on.
The Gym area was empty. Thank Omni it was, she had a moment to practice with her guns before the fight without anyone learning her strategies. The Gym was pretty varied with its content. A giant mirror on one wall to practice while watching your form, mostly helpful for swordsmen or fist fighters. An area with weights sprawled about the floor and racks. It looks like it's been used recently, considering all the dumbbells lying around and plates on the mats by the benches and racks. Lastly, and Dawn’s favorite, a small enclosed area that was used as a shooting range. She would head through the soundproof door and grab a pair of noise-cancelling headphones. The lanes had a set of targets lined up and would pop out from different angles and positions, or you could set the target to hold still. Dawn obviously chose the former, it wouldn’t be practice if her target held still.
Her pistol in hand and protective gear on, she started her warm up. The targets popped up from their positions and fell back down nigh instantly. Dawn’s speed and skill was seldom matched, but not all her shots were perfect.
After a half hour or so of practice, she decided it was sufficient. Replacing her pistol in its leather holster and returning the headphones, Dawn decided to get something to eat and drink at the bar. She took a seat at the bar a few seats away from any other primes there and ordered something to feast on.
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