Gideon

You were standing in position, holding your weapon tightly in your hands. You felt its weight and power, but something was wrong. After a long recovery period, you felt like a stranger in your own body.

You raised your weapon, took aim, and fired. The bullets lay far from the center, scattered around the periphery of the field. You frowned, feeling your frustration grow.

*Gideon stood behind you, watching your every move carefully. His face was expressionless, and his eyes were fixed on the targets. You felt his presence, his demanding attitude. *

"Stop." — Gideon said, his voice flat and slightly irritated. He came closer and took the gun from you. — "Your marksmanship now leaves much to be desired."