A statuesque figure sat upon a tree, staring down the scope of a massive rifle. This was Nozomi's trusted companion and the reason behind the nickname given to her 'The Thunder Queen' or 'The Queen of Thunder' due to the massive and shattering boom that came from the weapon upon discharging a round. Due to her hunting for game, she equipped a much smaller barrel. She still kept the massive barrel in her possession, just in case. Her payload was reduced to a .308; big enough to kill a doe if shot behind the forward shoulders or throat. Something as big as the her Anti-Material rifle's ammo would turn the prey into pink mist; and she didn't want that. The only thing that moved for several hours was her head, remaining on a swivel for her prey. Snipers had to remain calm and patient, even if they had to wait through hours and hours before their prey arrived. It was something snipers prided themselves in; patience.
Her weapon looked funny with a puny .308 barrel upon it; it even made her laugh when she first saw it. Restraint was still needed, sadly. Her thoughts remained empty as she just focused on waiting for prey to walk into her line-of-sight. After one did, she patiently brought the weapon up to eye-level and got a good eye-relief, centering her cross-hair behind the massive buck's shoulders. Crossing in front of her line-of-sight was a doe along with a smaller child. Upon seeing this, she lowered her weapon and just let them pass. She set the weapon down and maintained her position once again. The need to pee struck her, but that scent would scare off the game. She just held it in.
A couple hours had passed, now into the mid-morning where she saw a small 80 pound deer cross her line-of-sight. She picked up the rifle and without hesitation, this time, she pulled the trigger and shot the deer directly behind the shoulder blades. The creature fell to it's side, kicking it's legs a bit and twitching. She ejected a round using the bolt-action of her rifle and took aim, this time at the head and fired once again, ending the creature's suffering. After having ended the creature's life, she maneuvered herself down the tree and over towards the dead-deer and pulled out a hunting knife and started to clean it.
"It was your unlucky day. My apologies. At least I didn't let you suffer for long," she said as she cut into the deer and started to clean it. She noticed that she was cutting into a female deer and took a sigh of relief when she realized the deer wasn't pregnant. She continued to cut into the deer, removing all of the good meat and placing them into her leather satchel; normally home to poisons, but for today it's home to meat. She estimated about 20 pounds of venison.
Her weapon looked funny with a puny .308 barrel upon it; it even made her laugh when she first saw it. Restraint was still needed, sadly. Her thoughts remained empty as she just focused on waiting for prey to walk into her line-of-sight. After one did, she patiently brought the weapon up to eye-level and got a good eye-relief, centering her cross-hair behind the massive buck's shoulders. Crossing in front of her line-of-sight was a doe along with a smaller child. Upon seeing this, she lowered her weapon and just let them pass. She set the weapon down and maintained her position once again. The need to pee struck her, but that scent would scare off the game. She just held it in.
A couple hours had passed, now into the mid-morning where she saw a small 80 pound deer cross her line-of-sight. She picked up the rifle and without hesitation, this time, she pulled the trigger and shot the deer directly behind the shoulder blades. The creature fell to it's side, kicking it's legs a bit and twitching. She ejected a round using the bolt-action of her rifle and took aim, this time at the head and fired once again, ending the creature's suffering. After having ended the creature's life, she maneuvered herself down the tree and over towards the dead-deer and pulled out a hunting knife and started to clean it.
"It was your unlucky day. My apologies. At least I didn't let you suffer for long," she said as she cut into the deer and started to clean it. She noticed that she was cutting into a female deer and took a sigh of relief when she realized the deer wasn't pregnant. She continued to cut into the deer, removing all of the good meat and placing them into her leather satchel; normally home to poisons, but for today it's home to meat. She estimated about 20 pounds of venison.