Bang!
The bullet went right through the target. Causing an explosion of liquids as the fragile material shattered upon impact. She was glad she was taking time to practice hitting targets like this. She felt it when she fired the revolver against her counterpart but it really was pulling to one side.
The exploded glass bottle littered the fence she set it on top of. Soaking the wood in a weak beer. She walked over as she picked up another one. She was using expired drinks as target practice. She set it on the fence and then walked back over to her position.
Spotting Marcus as he walked over with a datapad. They had taken up temporary residence in Vanityville for the time being. Hopefully the war would not leak out over to this planet. But for the time being they had to fit in. Which is partially the reason she had adopted such an ancient western cowboy outfit.
