instructor calls your name. You approach the designated position and fire your shots. After checking and handing over your weapon to the assistant, you leave the shooting range. Clear? – The students nodded eagerly. – After completing the shooting exam, you will go to the magical training arena. — He pointed towards the terraced structure. — There, you will be presented with further rules. — The captain twirled his moustache. — Good luck. — He said as he left and headed towards the aforementioned arena.
Hine began reading the names from the list. Draco did not focus on his voice, but watched closely how the others were doing. It varied, but overall it wasn't too bad. Everyone seemed to be able to handle the rifles, only their accuracy left much to be desired.
– Ignis Draco. – The dragon shuddered but quickly moved from his place. – Range five. – The instructor did not pay much attention to him as he reviewed the entire list. The boy swallowed and, without hesitation, moved to the designated place.
At track five, the lecturers' assistant was a girl, a vampire, with a gentle smile. She pointed Draco to a table on which lay a familiar H91 dwarf rifle, several types of ammunition and a container of gunpowder.
– You may begin, – announced the assistant.
The dragon simply nodded and got to work. He selected three bullets suitable for this rifle, checked the weapon, gunpowder and primers. He glanced at the vampire, but she didn't even blink. Once in a blue moon. Draco lowered the hammer, rested the rifle on the ground and took the gunpowder. He measured out the appropriate amount of propellant with a measuring cup and carefully transferred it to the barrel. He calmly placed the wad in the barrel and the bullet on top of it. He pushed the bullet into place with a ramrod. He picked up the rifle and checked the flintlock. Everything looked fine. He poured gunpowder into the pan, took aim and pulled the trigger.
The bullet hit the corner of the target, chipping off
