Okay, but that was a point of honor. It was like being called her right hand. And humans liked dogs, right? "Pet" was something completely different! Sort of! According to his pride, anyway.
"Yes ma'am."
And he pulls it up to his eye in a smooth motion. It's not quite like a rifle - it never will be. But the motion is similar enough. So is aiming. The man is running in a straight line, too. Why he thinks that's a good idea, Garrus doesn't know. It's a bad move, though.
Because it's easy to line up the shot. It's easy to squeeze the trigger.
The bandit jerks. A bolt sprouts from the back of his head. They're far enough away to miss the fine spray of blood from his forehead, but not the way his body keeps moving a few feet before it drops.
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"Yes ma'am."
And he pulls it up to his eye in a smooth motion. It's not quite like a rifle - it never will be. But the motion is similar enough. So is aiming. The man is running in a straight line, too. Why he thinks that's a good idea, Garrus doesn't know. It's a bad move, though.
Because it's easy to line up the shot. It's easy to squeeze the trigger.
The bandit jerks. A bolt sprouts from the back of his head. They're far enough away to miss the fine spray of blood from his forehead, but not the way his body keeps moving a few feet before it drops.
"Scoped and dropped."