No, it certainly doesn't take much imagination. And truthfully: even his (half-assed, he can admit, if only to himself) imagining of what the shot would be like was far different than the actual thing. Or the Horizon thing. Maybe the same difference, or possibly even more jarring and worse? Thinking too hard about that threatens to give him a slight headache when there's too much unknown about how 'real' the Horizon can be, and it's a bit too distracting for what they're supposed to be doing here.
Or rather what Claude's supposed to be doing, and he tunes back into current reality as Shepard gestures to the target. To his surprise since he'd been expecting to have not hit anything at all when taking the shot rather messed up the stance she'd guided him into, and equally surprising is how long it'd take to reload the pistol. He's quickly learning he'll continue to be surprised since the mention of how many shots her firearm can take in a row and what it can pierce is startling.
"Twenty-four times - that's beyond my comprehension. I believe you, but thinking about how long it'd take me to line up that many shots by arrow when there's a good chance someone could just continue shooting at me in the meantime?" He trails off there. There's not a need to finish that thought; he clearly wouldn't win in that battle. "Even with this pistol I have here I'd like to believe I could fire a good handful of arrows in the reload time, but still."
Her clarification that the Free Cities' known weaponry is somewhere on a rapidly sliding scale Claude's piecing together is eye-opening, both in what it means for potential use against them and the power behind it. But he also remembers Shepard works with the military so he keeps that thought to himself with a briefly creased brow, instead opting to line up again to take the shots she's told him to take. Now that he knows what to expect, the recoil isn't quite so terrible this time. It takes a bit of fine-tuning in that practice, but slowly but surely his shots become less sporadic and more focused, more likely to hit where they were aimed than far from it.
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Or rather what Claude's supposed to be doing, and he tunes back into current reality as Shepard gestures to the target. To his surprise since he'd been expecting to have not hit anything at all when taking the shot rather messed up the stance she'd guided him into, and equally surprising is how long it'd take to reload the pistol. He's quickly learning he'll continue to be surprised since the mention of how many shots her firearm can take in a row and what it can pierce is startling.
"Twenty-four times - that's beyond my comprehension. I believe you, but thinking about how long it'd take me to line up that many shots by arrow when there's a good chance someone could just continue shooting at me in the meantime?" He trails off there. There's not a need to finish that thought; he clearly wouldn't win in that battle. "Even with this pistol I have here I'd like to believe I could fire a good handful of arrows in the reload time, but still."
Her clarification that the Free Cities' known weaponry is somewhere on a rapidly sliding scale Claude's piecing together is eye-opening, both in what it means for potential use against them and the power behind it. But he also remembers Shepard works with the military so he keeps that thought to himself with a briefly creased brow, instead opting to line up again to take the shots she's told him to take. Now that he knows what to expect, the recoil isn't quite so terrible this time. It takes a bit of fine-tuning in that practice, but slowly but surely his shots become less sporadic and more focused, more likely to hit where they were aimed than far from it.