[Glow]

Another crack rang out from the long rifle in Samantha's hands, followed by the target at the end of the course getting yet another bullet hole through the metal sheet. The faunus gave a quiet curse, sighing as she flicked the safety toggle on Ashen Howl, letting the rifle rest for the moment as she went to take a swig of coffee from her flask. Her training was... it was going alright, if a bit slowly. She hadn't done intensive practise in quite a while now, and yet somehow Juno had roped her into giving the Vytal Tournament solos a go. She'd managed to avoid them last year, but, well, not so much luck this time around.

To be fair, it did look like a good way to see where she was, get a bit more practise than usual in without having to find excuses for herself to force herself to do some, and most importantly, a reason to get her team leader off her back for a while. The fact the battles should be quite fun was left unsaid; she needed a cool head for any kind of tournament battles, rather than the... enthusiasm that occasionally overtook her in more fierce fights, so best to focus on getting into that mindset now rather than struggling with it during.

Well, at least she had some vague goal; try to get far enough to get matched with Juno so she could annoy the everloving shit out of him in a fight. Pull out all of the cheap shots. She wasn't going to delude herself in thinking she was actually going to win, because not only was it unlikely considering the calibre of some of the people in the tournament, but it was far too much effort to deal with - including the publicity after. She'd had more than enough time in the press spotlight, thank you very much.

Either way, she was currently trying to get a hold on her relatively new weapon. Sam had realised she was somewhat lacking in ranged options - while her use of dust and her semblance helped a little, that was more all mid-ranged. She preferred to have options for all ranges, rather than focus too heavily on one, and she enjoyed the whole creation process. Ashen Howl had certainly turned out well; a fairly powerful anti-material rifle in its own right, augmented by her semblance with a nifty little chamber to avoid the vibrating bullet wearing away at the gun, letting her make the rounds pulse outwards on hit. Now, the issue was, that relied on her hitting her targets for maximum effect. The most experience she had with guns was basic firearms training with a hunting rifle when she was younger. The animal kind, not Grimm kind.

There was a big difference between a hunting rifle and this.

It wasn't a problem hitting stationary targets, or really even average-speed moving targets while she was still; but the whole issue was being still wasn't a good way to stay alive in her profession. She had good eyes for longer ranges, and a fairly steady hand, but she doubted there'd be that many opportunities to set up the bipod and have a nice lie down while her opponent let them take potshots at them. No, she had to get at least somewhat used to snap-shots, especially to allow her to change ranges quickly and swap through her weapons. She could certainly just fire off a few explosive rounds to cover her, but it was a fairly inefficient use of her new tool, even she could tell that.

Unfortunately, Samantha wasn't having much luck yet. Certainly, the fire-dust rounds augmented by her semblance really tore things apart, but what use was that when aura existed - a grazing shot was time and energy spent on better things in most situations. Her stronger rounds against armoured - or rather aurared targets - were things like lightning or wind dust, things that augmented the direct hit of the attack rather than a spread effect. She'd made a little progress, in that she could actually hit the wide target nine times out of ten now... while stationary, at least, but nowhere near the accuracy she'd need for such shots.

She should've gotten more sleep for this. And coffee. And food. And just not let Juno drag her into this in the first place.

[Moth]

The Vytal Tournament was in just a couple weeks. Not only was Prism signed up for the 1st year solo duels, but the entirety of team Casanova had been signed up as well. All four of them would be going head-to-head with other teams from all over the world. Coconut had a few new techniques and an entirely new weapon, Jocelyn's aim was slowly getting better, and well - Amane was Amane. Prism wasn't worried, and hell - she could even be called hopeful. But that didn't mean she was going in blind.

Practice was still practice.

The click-click of heels on the ground signal Prism's arrival to the training range. The hummingbird faunus seems a bit quiet, lost in thought - there's a white box strapped to her waist and a drawstring bag in one hand as she crosses the room, setting up in a station a few down from the other occupant. The other hand holds what could accurately be called the world's most oversized travel mug with steam rising from the lid - freshly-made coffee, if the scent was anything to go by.

It made enough sense with the size of the bags beneath the woman's eyes.

Dropping the drawstring bag, Prism leans down to pull out a small magazine of bullets, before pulling the metal box from her waist and flicking a lever. The sound of a weapon transforming are obvious, and Hawk's Eye's primary form reveals itself, which Prism checks over fondly before pressing the magazine into with a satisfying click. She raises the weapon to her shoulder and looks out at the target in the distance, peering down the scope before casting one last glance towards the shooting range's other occupant as she fires another shot, before turning back to her rifle and-

Wait. Hold on.

Prism lowers the rifle, finally turning her full attention to the other faunus in the room. There's a quiet moment or two as she observes her stance, before she glances to the targets the wolf faunus had been aiming at - the majority of the shots are landing, but they're not anywhere close to the center. Her gaze then turns back to the woman, reaching to take a sip of her coffee before mentally weighing the pros and cons of interrupting her - before nodding decisively. "...you're going to want to bring the gun closer to your body and put your back leg out a little further. It'll help with the stability."