Princess Celestia stepped up to the firing line and took her position.
Wow, I thought, momentarily caught off guard.
Holding that ostentatious golden rifle, Celestia looked entirely out of place, yet undeniably striking. The cold, untouchable Ice Princess wielding a heavy, gunpowder-based firearm was a bizarre contrast.
She regulated her breathing, her ice-blue eyes narrowing as she aimed down the sights. After a brief silence, she pulled the trigger.
BANG!
The recoil pushed her shoulder back slightly, but she held her ground. The golden flash pierced the target, hitting just an inch off the dead center.
Celestia lowered the smoking rifle, turning to me with a perfectly composed, yet undeniably smug expression. "Well? How was it? Did I hit it properly?"
I hated to admit it, but she was a natural.
"For a first shot? It's excellent," I said honestly. "You actually have a talent for this."
