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Firing the sunset gun
I'm a natural born sniper.
The gun goes off. I fall.
To shoot at crows is powder flung away.
Ron pointed Helen's gun at me. What kind of name is Ron for such a menacing figure?
I focused on the gun. I would show what him what needed to be done. Like you even know what to do with that, mocked Tucker.
I glanced dwon, flicking the safety off. It's a nine millimeter, isn't it. I just pull back the slide, aim and fire. With a steady hand, I chambered the first round. Click.
I shot with it a lot. I still do now. That is why I am hard of hearing.
Fundamentally the marksman aims at himself.
Raine's own right hand Colt lifted, sent flame and thunder leaping from the black shadows.
The gun made a ripping sound like the opening of a zipper on the fly of God Almighty.
On a September morning, just after school started, I'd gotten Diane's .44 Magnum and held it, babylike, in my lap for hours. What an indulgence it would be, to just blow off my head, all my mean spirits disappearing with a gun blast, like blowing a seedy dandelion apart.
Once guns were made, who would unmake them? Barrels rested on shoulders and bristled like pincushions above the crowd. There were things, like spoken ideas, that were almost impossible to take back. And he reckoned his people were about to make many more of them.
But now the shots began - not many, but one shot is a fusillade if there have been no shots before.
Renown awaits the commander who first restores artillery to its prime importance on the battlefield.
The conversation of bullets.
Revenge, at first though sweet, Bitter ere long back on itself recoils.
Vallee had taken an arrow in the knee from a sniper.
General..behold the future of weaponry."
"What the hell I am seeing here, Colonel?"
"It's..technologart of ancient weaponry, Sir!"
"It's..what?
Errors make excellent projectiles. They strike it cleverly in its vulnerable spot, in default of a cuirass, in its lack of logic;
A shaft of sweetness shoots through me from top to toe when the sun rises; I shoulder my gun in silent exaltation.
The precision metallic ratcheting sound a Glock 9mm makes when a bullet is forced out of the gun's clip into the killing chamber is a universal sound that good guys and bad guys and wild animals alike understand on a primal level. - The Devil's Necktie
She leaned over the tabe. I focused on her tight ass. My siren ate me alive with every movement. As she took aim, she no longer resembled the fragile girl at school, but a sniper.
It is painful for me to see when criminal elements of all kinds fire from my weapon.
Proves to be a devastating hunter. Hyenas attack
The Gottschalk was a fine weapon.
"You," I said to it, "are on probation. You'd better impress me."
Great. Now I was talking to guns.
It fires .50 cal at twice the speed of sound. It will hit him before he ever hears the shot." My mother crossed her arms. "I'd like to see him bounce that off his chest.
cannon used. The night of the grand festivity
There are ceremonious bows that repel one like a cudgel.
The big man had been wakened by the noise, and had fired both barrels of a shotgun into Nag just behind the hood.
Fear the soldier who stammers, for he is very fast at pulling the triger.
The trigger has been squeezed, the deathly mechanism has been enabled, the fatal course of a bullet has been set. No amount of bleating or praying or wailing of cajoling can halt it or stall it or call it back.
The moral effect of the thundering of one's own artillery is most extraordinary, and many of us thought that we had never heard any more welcome sound than the deep roaring and crashing that started in at our rear.
Who goes there?" At the same time, the click of guns, as they were lowered into position, was heard. Enjolras replied in a haughty and vibrating tone: - "The French Revolution!
Smoke rose from the barrel of the gun like a serpent crawling up from its wicker basket
The lesson from the smith and wesson is depressin'.
Your hands on a gun butt right now, isn't it? Afraid of me?"
"Just want to make sure I can take care of you."
"Oh, really?"
"Yeah, in case you need Glock-to-mouth-resuscitation.
Sarah drops her spent handgun and grabs some crazy-looking lightweight machine gun, the kind of thing I used to believe didn't exist outside of action movies.
"You know how to use that thing?" I ask.
"They all work pretty much the same," she replies. "You just point and click.
There is nothing so satisfying as to be shot at without effect.
Drizzt swung a long and heavy halberd, a polearm more than twice his height, in a slow arc. For all of Drizzt's attempts to keep the weapon under control, its momentum spun his tiny frame right to the ground.
But a sniper rifle was a matter of pure mechanics. Brace it, breathe properly, squeeze rather than pull the trigger, and it was just a projection of will across distance.
Just when you think you're in the cat-bird's seat, the Angel of Death calls "dibs" on shotgun.
EAMES: Shouldn't be afraid to dream a little bigger, Arthur-
Eames lines up a shot with a grenade launcher. Fires- the sniper EXPLODES into the air- Arthur looks at Eames.
EAMES: Shall we?
What the holy hand grenade was that?
German-made Heckler & Koch MP-7 submachine guns with special compact M40 grenade launchers under the barrels.
Fire short bursts of 1 to 2 seconds and only when your sights are definitely 'ON.'
I had felt the shot coming; I hadn't realized the bow was loaded with this very quarrel, perfectly calibrated to hit him hardest. What part of me had been studying him, stockpiling knowledge as ammunition?
Amos took a high-caliber automatic that fired self-propelled rounds, recoilless and designed for use in zero g. Old-fashioned slug throwers were more reliable, but in null gravity they were also maneuvering thrusters.
You fondle my trigger, then you blame my gun
The bow is so old, its horsehair is glue
Sent to the factory, just like me and like you
So how come they stayed your execution?
The audience roars its standing ovation
Dust,
An ugly blue- steeled Mauser leaped into his hand as his finger curled hungrily around its trigger.
If I have a bow and arrow, Commander, I don't shoot a padded shaft to my target's left in order to express my annoyance. I fire a steel-tipped arrow into his leg.
Pointed out. But the dust disturbances could easily have been covered up as well. Only they weren't, which told Robie that the shooter didn't care if the sniper's nest was discovered. He picked up a long piece of shoe molding that had broken off, knelt down, and, using
It's well known that the greatest defense against an intruder is the sound of a gun hammer being pulled back.
What you doin' with this gun?
Sometimes, I'd take shots without aiming, just to see what happened. I'd rush into crowds - bang! bang! ... It must be close to what a fighter feels after jabbing and circling and getting hit, when suddenly there's an opening, and bang! Right on the button. It's a fantastic feeling.
There is no more contemptible sound than a gunshot.
Violence recoils on the violent.
She ran her fingers over the stock and down the barrel, then drew in a sharp breath and paused.
This was the gun she'd killed Soren Tarbic with.
I raised another shot. That sound you hear is the heads of moral conservatives spontaneously exploding in the distance.
RELEASE THY BREATH, he advised. DROPETH THY SHOULDER. "I have shot a bow before," I grumbled. MINDETH THY RIGHT ELBOW, the arrow said. "Shut up." AND TELLEST NOT THINE ARROW TO SHUT UP.
How many snapshots in the world were actually just-after shots, the moment that elicited the shooter to press the button never captured; instead, the detritus just following, the laughter, the reaction, the ripples.
[Her father] never minded when there was nothing to shoot, and she never minded when there was. The harsh crack of the rifle and the limp rabbits and doves were the practical cost of the joy of those mornings.
PROJECTILE, n. The final arbiter in international disputes. With the growth of prudence in military affairs the projectile came more and more into favor, and is now held in high esteem by the most courageous.
What do you think you're going to do with an antique rifle?"
"Probably shoot something with it.
There's nothing like gunfire to drive the glamour from words.
When an archer shoots for enjoyment, he has all his skill; when he shoots for a brass buckle, he gets nervous; when he shoots for a prize of gold, he begins to see two targets.
dangerous weapon
Words are loaded pistols.
Without a rifle you are nothing, worthless, you are waiting for death, any minute, any second.
Hallowed be thy name, oh Lord
and shotgun do your stuff
Silent guns have virtue.
Strider hovered over the scope and slammed his eye on it before jumping back with a hand over the squinting eye. That bloody thing is dangerous.
Floote shot his other gun.
This time the bullet hit the man's chest. The vampire fell backward, crashed into a loaded display cabinet, and landed on the floor, making exactly the same sound a carpet makes when whacked to get the dust out.
Couldn't tell which direction the gunfire was coming from.
American Sniper,
the heart shaped bullet
Certain of misfire, my heart threatens to stop.
MISERICORDE, n. A dagger which in mediaeval warfare was used by the foot soldier to remind an unhorsed knight that he was mortal.
You snipe so steady, you snub so snide, so rip and ready to diminish and deride.
Once a gunner, always a gunner
It wasn't perfect, but it would do for a few seconds, long enough to hole up and wait for the shooting to die down. Only it didn't. Pistols, shotguns, and that clatter you never forget, the kind that tells you someone has a Kalashnikov.
Then came the pak-pak-pak of DeVontay's rifle.
The youngest youngster vibrates with the shock of cannon firing, even though the sound may not be near enough to be heard," answered Coombe. "We're all vibrating unconsciously. We are shuddering consciously at the things we hear and are mad to put a stop to, before they go further.
Raising Hellfire, I aim her at my final target, and then slowly pull the trigger. Hellfire discharges, sinking into the spiteful Arvy, bullet lodged right between its eyes. A trail of blood oozes down its pale face, before it drops backwards into the sea of bodies, lifeless.
Fire only at close range, and only when your opponent is properly in your sights.
He heard a sickening thunk, his head twisting to the side just in time to see that Darnell had a five-inch-long dart sticking out of his shoulder, its thin metal shaft planted deep within the muscle. Blood trickled down from the wound. The boy made a strange grunt as he collapsed to the ground.
A soldier would snake his way painfully through rocks and rubble to set up a light machine gun, raise his head cautiously to aim, and find a dozen natives clustered solemnly around him. Street
Stupid deer," I said, embarrassed about being startled. "We need a ladder."
"I think they're easier to shoot with a rifle."
"I'm not talking about the deer," I said, hitting Milo on the back of his shoulder. "We need a ladder to look over the wall."
"Or a catapult," Milo said seriously.
It slid away from his left boot which was poised with the trigger cocked
The largest one laughed. Until Natalya's glass shard plugged his jugular. Regin aimed and pulled the trigger. The gun kicked as bullets sprayed. It was shredding their torsos like cheese, halving their bodies. Let's do this! Rock out with your cocks out!
The echo of the first shot, like the first sip of whiskey, burning ...
Into the counter behind her; her stick-thin arms fly into the air. I whip to my right, toward Razor, in time to see his chest blown apart by the kneeling recruit's round.
Don't be a damned ammunition wagon. Be a rifle!
No sooner had the thought occurred to him than he found himself staring down the barrel of a single-shot caplock pistol, and halted in his tracks. It was not a particularly accurate weapon if he remembered correctly, not that it would matter at point-blank range.
Good. I need to arm up. All I've got is a gun with four bullets, and it's a really embarrassing gun.
What the hell was she doing on the nonhostage side of a handgun?
For the first time I heard shots fired in anger, heard bullets strike flesh or whistle through the air.
There's this small flicker in time when you're looking down the barrel of a gun and instead of your life flashing before your eyes, it's all the moments you missed out on.
swallowed by another noise: an indistinct thudder.
We used these rifles in field exercises to simulate a lot of deadlier and nastier aimed weapons, too.