[One doesn't survive as long as Dan has if they don't learn to trust instinct, and Dan's dad's voice is there in the back of his head, reminding him that if something feels off, it probably is. Dan thanks his dad a lot in his head when he's in the middle of action like this; maybe he shouldn't be so grateful to the man who taught him to fire a gun when he was still in diapers and how to disarm a landmine before he hit puberty, but the childhood training pays off.
He slows the horse nearly to a stop, to a little zig-zagging trot as he works his own weapon out from where it's sandwiched between his back and CT, his longbow. He, too, misses guns.
His voice is naturally quiet; now it's quieter.]
What do you think? [CT doubtlessly has better hearing than him; he blew out an ear firing a gun too recklessly a few years back.]
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He slows the horse nearly to a stop, to a little zig-zagging trot as he works his own weapon out from where it's sandwiched between his back and CT, his longbow. He, too, misses guns.
His voice is naturally quiet; now it's quieter.]
What do you think? [CT doubtlessly has better hearing than him; he blew out an ear firing a gun too recklessly a few years back.]