A Soldier's Heart Chapter Nine: John
After the firing range, everything again melted into a blur. i remember all of the recruits at the mess hall eating and talking in small groups. i sat alone at a table and quietly devoured my dinner.
Solitude in Sinnoh
But the swarm was still hot on the human's heels and nearly beyond the pokemon's firing range. he notched two more arrows with a flash of his wings, pulled them back as far as he could, and released, bringing down three more of the loud pokemon. sloppy.
Chapter Two (The pains of waiting)
I grabbed my springfield from my bed-side table and walked at a brisk pace down to the firing range. i went through the doors to see the cherries already firing at their targets. i moved over to the center of the floor. "attention! raw recruits!"
Recon
"so... want to play nice, boys," she asked, "or do you want to find out just how much time i've spent at the firing range lately?" "instructions!"
Chapter Four (Day two and the risky choice)
I got up at one hundred hours and went down to the firing range like i was ordered to do so. i went through the doors to see the cherries already firing at their targets. i moved over to the center of the floor. "attention! raw recruits!"
They call me Toby
"just like last week when the fire ranged near the old school for orphan nuns, our friendly neighborhood macro came to the day." she turned again to the screen that lit up showing a large apartment complex on fire. in seconds the badger was there.
Second Wind OP: Part Two
What with your balls twitching and pulling up into your body and your cock spurting precum all over some bloke's hand like it was at the god damn firing range. "hnnnngghhh." so what would any sensible tauren do in this situation?
Prologue
I still remember the first time i met him on the firing range. unlike some of the other clones doing their training there he was the only one who was actually hitting their target.
Putting them in there place
Within a single minute, fox was in firing range of wolf, both of their engines blaring flames behind their fighters.
Turning Point
Titus was in the miniature firing range near the bottom of the ship, firing round after round at a target. he was still angry that he wasn't the one who could save his sister, no, not that. he was angry that he was too _weak_ to save his sister.
Conflict Storm: Raytheon Skirmish
"enemy fleet is within effective firing range," mikael reported once the fleets closed to fifty kilometers. "commence firing," storm ordered coldly. it was deadly silent as the four railguns around the command bridge opened fire.
Krystal and Chase: Reunion P3
Fox commanded, "we need to hit them before they get within their firing range." "let 'em try. they won't do much to this monster." chase replied, "but you're the boss."