Twelve hundred meters, that was the distance that the tiny killer had estimated her target to be at. Even with a scope the one attached to her riffle the target still appeared rather small. Still, this was a shot she could make pretty easily as long as she focused. For distance there were a few simple things one had to remember, of course there were also lots of calculations that needed to be made by the shooter or the spotter. Normally for a shot this big the spotter would use their scope to figure out exact range and windage, then tell the sniper those measurements so they could adjust their scope accordingly. Unfortunately Rushi no longer had a spotter.
So instead she did things the solo way. Her target was a standard soda can. Four point eight three inches tall and two point six inches wide in the center. With the magnification of her scope is appeared only centimeters tall. Doing some rough calculations in her head the number came out to be 1193 meters away. Reaching up to the nob at the top of her scope she clicked it several times to adjust for the distance she was shooting at. Next was calculating windage. Using the leaves of several trees along the way the green haired girl got a good guess of the wind forces at play and adjusted the nob at the side of her scope.
Next was breathing. Rushi began to slow her breaths, calming her heart rate as she did. Watching the reticle of her scope move slightly with each breath and shake almost un-noticeably each time her hear thumped. When the gaps between the beats in her chest were large enough the small sniper breathed in deeply, breathed out, her heart beat and she gently squeezed the trigger.
The thundercrack of a single gunshot disturbed the birds in the tree Rushi was sitting in, and from several around her. The recoil pushed into her shoulder and the picture in her scope went up slightly. As her body rocked back a bit to compensate for the force being exerted on her. The metallic sound of the expent brass hitting the trunk of the tree she was in met her ears just after she watched the can of purple soda burst as it's pressurized contents were let loose by a copper jacketed piece of lead tore through the thin casing it was housed in.
So instead she did things the solo way. Her target was a standard soda can. Four point eight three inches tall and two point six inches wide in the center. With the magnification of her scope is appeared only centimeters tall. Doing some rough calculations in her head the number came out to be 1193 meters away. Reaching up to the nob at the top of her scope she clicked it several times to adjust for the distance she was shooting at. Next was calculating windage. Using the leaves of several trees along the way the green haired girl got a good guess of the wind forces at play and adjusted the nob at the side of her scope.
Next was breathing. Rushi began to slow her breaths, calming her heart rate as she did. Watching the reticle of her scope move slightly with each breath and shake almost un-noticeably each time her hear thumped. When the gaps between the beats in her chest were large enough the small sniper breathed in deeply, breathed out, her heart beat and she gently squeezed the trigger.
The thundercrack of a single gunshot disturbed the birds in the tree Rushi was sitting in, and from several around her. The recoil pushed into her shoulder and the picture in her scope went up slightly. As her body rocked back a bit to compensate for the force being exerted on her. The metallic sound of the expent brass hitting the trunk of the tree she was in met her ears just after she watched the can of purple soda burst as it's pressurized contents were let loose by a copper jacketed piece of lead tore through the thin casing it was housed in.
Rushi's tunes: Sniper Assassin :: Word count: 407