Point Blank Range Mentor Novels & Stories

They didn't even bring me a slice of cake. I sat home all alone, eating leftover lunch. I didn't complain or throw a tantrum. I just sat in my room with a book in hand, preparing for the day I left this house. … Midterm exam results came out, and I got first place just as I had hoped. The school was also holding a parent-teacher meeting. As soon as I got home, I heard Edward's downcast voice. "Mom, I'm so dumb. I can't even catch up to Nick. Do you still want me when I'm not good at studies? I'm just too stupid. I don't deserve to be your child."

He grumbles the last part. What the hell is his problem? I don't want to be here just as the next person. Heck! I Hate it here and I Hate him as well. So he could as well shoot me in the face, while he's at it. "Ugh, fine. Listen carefully, because I don't have all day," Mad Max grumbled, eyeing me in a clueless expression. "A shooting range is a designated area for firing guns. You've got your targets, your shooting stands, and your safety gear. Don't even get me started on safety protocols – you'd probably just get yourself killed." He sneered, holding his temple.

"Do you see that? In the Special Forces competition, the targets are all moving. Three hundred meters, ten rounds, two minutes to complete firearm assembly and shooting, ninety points and above is considered excellent. My best score is ninety-four points." He turned to Liam, his tone dripping with mockery. "What score do you think you need to achieve to teach me shooting techniques?"

He replied. "Thanks for the reply. Now, here is my little favor. I have made up my mind not only to learn how to pull the trigger, I need to master some side skills too." "Like?" "The karate? Or any other thing which defines defense." "Hmm. I see." He nodded. "Well, let's start from somewhere." Stephen pushed her boundaries, gradually introducing her to the physicality of handling a firearm. Under his watchful gaze, she maneuvered through a series of drills, each one designed to enhance her accuracy and speed.

> Bren came across the conditioning strip with his hands in his pockets and that grin already running. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> Dex and Calloway behind him. Leo, a few steps back, the quiet one, the one who didn't owe anything to anyone. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> "Class wraps in twenty." Bren stopped a few feet away and looked at the target posts like they'd personally disappointed him. "You manage to land anything clean yet or are you still finding your range?" _*]:min-w-0 gap-3">

“Shooting isn’t just physical. It's mental. Stop doubting yourself. Trust that you can do this.” I hesitated, his words sinking in. Trust myself? That felt easier said than done. But as I looked at him, his expression was steady and unwavering. I realized he believed I could do it. Maybe, just maybe, I could believe it too. After what felt like an eternity of practice, Alex stepped back slightly, giving me space. “Alright,” he said. “You’re ready. This time, you’re doing it on your own.” My stomach twisted into knots, but I nodded. I adjusted my stance, checked my grip, and lined up the sights just as he had taught me. My heart pounded in my chest, the sound almost deafening in the otherwise

“No offense but I am not used to being an apprentice.” Peter crossed his arms, glaring down at her. When she was his student, Peter would punish that attitude out of her. “If you can make that shot,” I said, pointing to the hole in the bullseye that Daniel left. She nodded, confident and was about to move towards the target when I stopped her. “From here,” I said, pointing at where she stood. Harriet’s jaw slacked. “That’s over sixty meters away.” Ryan took the gun from her and sent a bullet through the hole Daniel had just left. “Seems very feasible to me.”

Mark had grown up with guns in the house as his father was a policeman, so he'd been to the range half a dozen times and had a basic grasp on firearm safety. While Maddy hit the target sometimes, and Mark hit it most of the time, Myra proved to be the best shot of the three of them, hitting the targets centre-mass with most of her shots. Brian Kane hit the centre mass with every shot which was impressive, until Connor stepped up and hit bullseyes and eyeballs for fun.

I also think that being fit is Daniel’s middle name, and that’s what defined him. We moved closer to Kourtney and Hansel’s side as William handed us the equipment needed for shooting range. He handed Daniel and me the holster belts we could clip around our waists, some safety goggles, and the earmuffs. After we’d prepared ourselves, we moved to the side to face the five human-shaped splatterburst targets which stood about twenty yards away from our vicinity. This moment reminded me of that time when I had the first firearm training with William. At first, I had difficulty shooting the red spots targets that were both on the head area and the chest. But now, I was certain that I would nail th

Charles began grinning at Ace as they did a shooting drill together. in this drill, you start pretty close to the basket while the second person stands under the basket. So if you're able to shoot the basketball into the basket 2 times in a roll you earn the right to back up from the basket but if you miss two in a roll you have to move closer to the basket. The coach came up with this drill and it was one that the players really liked, it helps them find their range. Ace had the highest range on the team. He also had the highest number of points in total.