Snippet #2706544

Johnathan, or John, as he'd rather be called, drew his small Double Barrel and fired twice, both shots hitting one of the targets in front of him. He was practicing of course for his next mission, while he had been serving at the KAP for quite some time most of the veterans saw him as inexperienced still. He always wanted to prove them wrong, popping open the fire arm and reloading then firing off again as he drew his sword, hacking one of the targets in half. He was doing a small training course he'd set up, moving targets and dummies around so that he could practice better, switching between weapons. He tossed his weapon into one target as he reloaded and shot another, he was doing well today, better than he usually did, though out on the field was a different story.

The various training targets and dummies lay in disarray, hacked apart by his blade or shot apart by his Double Barrel, he smirked slightly as he looked at the carnage he had inflicted, and then begin to set up his course again, clearing out those dummies which did not survive. He'd learned of some new strange reinforcement that had come in... a creature of some kind if he remembered correctly, but he wasn't bothered by the news, more encouraged by it. He'd seen plenty bizarre things when he was sent on a mission, often those bizarre things would wound him more than he could wound them, but he kept trying. As he finished setting up the course his attention was caught by the wounded being brought in, those unfortunate enough to have been sent out and had things go wrong... He turned his attention away from them and got back to his training.

He drew his pistol, shoot, the sound of steel hissing from a scabbard, slice, his memories of when he'd originally joined the KAP came flooding back to him, shoot, slice. He'd lost his parents to one of the things out there... to some kind of being that had shown no mercy, he'd never forget what had happened, not that his mind would let him... reload. He had nightmares of course that haunted him, even nightmares of what he'd done himself, seeing the light of life fade from the eyes of any living thing was horrible, no matter...shoot... what it was. The course lay destroyed again, and he prepared for another round.