[Pull! Is silent at this point but not the sound of the gun that follows. The sound of a double-barreled over and under shotgun with 28/30 inch barrels and open choke that is, well, if you wish to be very particular. Two shots, one hitting dead on and the second falling short.
Furrowing his brow, Egypt of all nations, lowers the barrel of the weapon and looks up at the sky that is now empty from clay targets that now lay littered on the ground in between the five stands stationed away from the traphouse that flung the items skyward. He could not understand how he could place so well it subjects such as Judo and Karate of all sport, and shooting fall so low this year. At least in 2005 he was able to maintain 5th overall. This year though, 7th was unacceptable, he was the first nation to hold the games, he could not be brought so annoyingly below.
Italy, France, Spain, Turkey, Greece, Tunisia and then him.
Reloading, he narrowed his eyes slightly and placed his foot over the hitch that let the targets fly.]
“Pull.”
[OOC; Egypt did not do as well as he hoped in the
XVI Mediterranean Games in Pescara this round! Overall 7th place in the medal rank is not adequate enough for him. So you'll have him practicing in the backyard. Practicing
SKEET SHOOTING. In particular, the style that is referred to
Down The LINE. THAT IS. You know you wanna join in, or at least get out of his way. :| PS; YEAH I'M BACK...I THINK.]