The Bad Batch: Oneshots

Shooting

     Omega let out another frustrated sigh. She sat down on a rock, claiming it as her outdoor seat. She had been practicing with her bow for an hour straight, but had failed to hit the bullseye once. Her hands were beginning to blister from gripping the metal so tight. Her arms were so sore that she swore they would fall off at any moment.

Crosshair had been watching the girl practicing from the Marauder's ramp for the past hour. He wouldn't call it practicing though. Her form was far from perfect, not letting her come close to hitting the tree. He mentally groaned, not being able to take it anymore. It killed him to see such poor shooting skills.

"Ugh! Why won't it hit the stupid target!" Omega exclaimed, tossing her bow on the grass, ultimately giving up.

"Trouble?" a snake-like voice hissed.

Omega turned around to see Crosshair standing with his arms crossed over his chest.

"I've been at this for a while and can't even get one shot," she explained angrily.

Crosshair bent down and picked up the bow that she had dis-guarded. "I noticed. Your form is horrible," he stated, like it was the most obvious fact.

Omega raised an eyebrow. "What am I doing wrong?"

"Everything," the sniper scoffed. "Your arm placement is incorrect, you're not holding the string back far enough and when letting go, you lose control which is why it goes to the side."

He took her bow, doing the exact opposite of how she had previously been performing. He hit the target multiple times like it was nothing.

"Whoa," the girl breathed in awe. "Can you teach me to do that?"

"I guess, but only for a few minutes." Crosshair barely nodded in agreement, handing her back the energy bow.

Omega drew the string back, immediately getting cut off.

"You have to level it with your chin."

"Like this?" She moved it up to where the back of her hand almost touched the point of her chin.

"No, not even close." She felt a pair of hands move her own to the correct position. Now it was placed just to the side of her face.

"Pull back and don't let your elbow down," Crosshair instructed, helping keep her stable. The second she dropped it he would readjust her arm.

"Good, now release. Keep your eye on the mark and don't lose your form."

Omega listened, taking the corrections to heart as she went through the steps again, aiming and letting go. This time she was a few inches away from the red dot which was the best she had done since starting.

"I did it! Look how close it came!" She jumped up and down with excitement.

"It was better. Still not perfect. Again."

They went on for another hour, not taking any breaks. Crosshair wasn't satisfied until she made ten perfect shots in a row.

"Was that good?" Omega wiped away several beads of sweat that trickled down from her forehead.

"It was decent." Crosshair shrugged, but even he couldn't hide a grin. She did exceptionally well for a beginner.

Omega's smile widened. That was the highest amount of praise she had gotten from him since he rejoined the batch.

"Thank you, Crosshair. You're a great teacher." She looked up at him with shining eyes.

"Sure, kid." Crosshair wasn't used to her cheerfulness, but he surprisingly didn't mind. In fact, he kinda enjoyed spending time with her. Of course, he would never admit it to anyone.

"Time to go back to the ship, we're leaving soon," he said, ushering her back to the Marauder.