IC: Rungui "What, you afraid of discovering a side of yourself that feels a rush with every bullseye? C'mon, it'll be fun." With a pat on the shoulder, Rungui led them back to the Ussalry's headquarters. There weren't enough gun-totting soldiers to warrant their own firing range, earmuffs and all, so they were stuck sharing practice dummies with archers and the occasional techie. "Here's the deal," the vortixx said, whipping out his pistol. "You're going to hold it like this, arms outstretched, both hands firmly grasping the hilt. This thing's got a lot of kick even for me, so be ready for that or else it'll bust your tiny, fragile wrists." He tossed the weapon into the Matoran's hands. "Now nail that dummy."