DIVISION discussion

Zeb waited patiently for the signal, any signal, to shoot. He knew he could. He knew he would. He waited.

Zeb looked over at Tabby and smiled slightly. "Hey there, convict" he says, aiming at the target and shooting, a few full inches away from the bulls eyes. He swore quietly.

Zeb scowled sideways at her. "Evil" he muttered quietly, hitting a bullseye on the target a few feet away. He smiled, not to be outdone.

Zeb rolled his eyes "Haven't we all?" He said grudgingly. Sniper shooting wasn't his strongest point.

Zeb jabbed her quickly in the side with two fingers just as she was about to shoot. He pulled a face and stood up "I think I'll just... stop now" He said humorously.

Zeb ruffled her hair. 'Only at this wimpy excuse for a skill" he said. He didn't see the point of them anyway. Snipers, thatt is. There was no thrill, no joy as you pounced on your target.

Zeb looked at her with a sneer. "Wanna bet? I think you'll find I at least best you in hand-to-hand. I was brought up my entire life to do that s#!t" he said back, traipsing out the door at to the Combat room, as if daring her to follow.