Coci Heavenshield
Dawnguard Grand Master
Coci laid the black long case down on the table near the firing range. The Army of Light's practice facilities is well appointed with all the necessary targets and weapons for their members to hone their skills. The walls lined with assorted guns and rifles and throw weapons.
She unclicked the case and opened the lid, inside is her black Nightstinger, a little faded around the edges from wear, and a small white mouse painted on the side. The rifle is extremely well looked after and polished, the barrel clean of any small impediments. She takes the pieces and assembles the rifle, click the parts into their places. She gives it one last clean before she loads the bolt carriage. It is locked and loaded and ready to target practice.
At the end of the range are targets, with the outline of many different beings, and across their heart target area, the word Sith is written. Coci smiles at this.
She unclicked the case and opened the lid, inside is her black Nightstinger, a little faded around the edges from wear, and a small white mouse painted on the side. The rifle is extremely well looked after and polished, the barrel clean of any small impediments. She takes the pieces and assembles the rifle, click the parts into their places. She gives it one last clean before she loads the bolt carriage. It is locked and loaded and ready to target practice.
At the end of the range are targets, with the outline of many different beings, and across their heart target area, the word Sith is written. Coci smiles at this.