[If he has anything left to add, he keeps it to himself; words are unnecessary where actions can more than easily drive the point home.
Garrus waits for a break in the fire to mouth off the countdown, signals it with a raised talon that's just shy of twitching with anticipation, ready as it is to snap down around the trigger to compensate for the milliseconds spent starting their competition.
...3...2...1...go
And then he's up and level, arms braced across the battered top of the crate in front of him, scope fixed on the target he'd been tracking from cover. The shot lands at the dead center of the unfortunate bastard's head even as return fire streaks past Garrus's face in a livid, blazing white line.]
One down. Nervous yet?
[Of course he's not. But a little bragging never hurt anyone. Much.]
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Garrus waits for a break in the fire to mouth off the countdown, signals it with a raised talon that's just shy of twitching with anticipation, ready as it is to snap down around the trigger to compensate for the milliseconds spent starting their competition.
...3...2...1...go
And then he's up and level, arms braced across the battered top of the crate in front of him, scope fixed on the target he'd been tracking from cover. The shot lands at the dead center of the unfortunate bastard's head even as return fire streaks past Garrus's face in a livid, blazing white line.]
One down. Nervous yet?
[Of course he's not. But a little bragging never hurt anyone. Much.]