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Lance had interacted with a numerous amount of aliens, considering how long he and the others spent travelling through the entire galaxy. He had seen and fought a whole empire and a witch to save the universe with his friends, damn it! He thought he'd had a very clear opinion on witches after those events but....
"Oh, flock off. I am not letting you miss again." She'd introduced herself as Bayonetta, which was a sick name in Lance's opinion. This.. very tall lady was claiming to be a witch. She didn't look like what Lance imagined when he heard that word. She was very pretty.. she was also a great fighter apparently.
"Aye, it wasn't my fault, luv! The lil' anklebiter wouldn't stop blabberin'!" That supposed 'marksman' was trying real hard to convince her that missing the orange guy was actually Lance's fault, which was extremely rude!
Lance had only mentioned his great accomplishments from space while that Sniper dude was aiming, just 'cuz the guy was jealous that a 17 year old was a better shooter than him didn't mean he could blame Lance for missing.
"I do not care who you think is at fault, the only thing I care about is that you missed and only hit his ear. And who knows, the little one might just be able to prove he is such an 'amazing sharpshooter', as he says." Her tone was kind of condescending, but Lance didn't care enough to notice. It was his time to shine and he had to prove to Bayonetta he was worthy of his title.
Actually, now that he thought about it, all of them were named after a weapon.. there was Lance, Bayonetta, presumably after the bayonet, and the guy that was literally called Sniper. Maybe he should name himself something cooler than Lance.. something like,,,, dagger.... Yea, Dagger Lance McClain was absolutely what he wanted as a name. Maybe Bayonetta would've thought he was cooler if that was his name.
That aside, they reached the building near the campus that guy was at.
They went to the roof and Lance settled down.
Sniper laid low as well and Bayonetta stood a few feet behind them. Lance thought she'd get spotted right away, but she was somehow very good at staying unnoticed. (Which was very weird in the paladin's opinion, because how can anyone ignore such a pretty lady like herself amiright?)
Lance propped the sniper rifle on the edge of the rooftop and aimed for a headshot. The Sniper guy had made him use that old thing instead of his blaster. He'd claimed it would be harder to track him down if he used a 'normal firearm' instead, because most people didn't just have alien tech on them (fair enough).
He had been a bit reluctant, but agreed once Bayonetta had said the same.
Lance had never shot with one of these, but he figured it wouldn't be much different. His blaster was just newer. And better.. He really wanted to use his blaster for this.
Whatever, he was great at what he did and he would be able to this, because he's just awesome like that. So much better than that weird crusty guy that wanted to blame him for his own failures.
As Lance was about to take a shot, Sniper finally decided to tell him the rifle wasn't loaded?? Why didn't he say anything sooner? Maybe he wanted Lance to fail. Or he wanted to embarrass him.
Whatever, Lance took a bullet and went to load the weapon, but managed to get his thumb caught in the receiver. Ouch.
He let go of the weapon right away. Why would that happen?!? That's why his blaster was a better option, he didn't get his fingers caught into its crevices!
"What are you doing, ya wanker..?! Shoot 'im already.!"
Lance kind of wanted to kill the guy that was next to him instead.
"Will you shut up?! If you hadn't insisted on me using this old piece of garbage we'd be done with this already!" Lance was probably being a bit too loud, and he was most likely threatening to blow their cover. Sniper wasn't very excited about the idea of being discovered because of a Scout soundalike.
"Keep it down, ya bloody mongrel.! You're gunna get us caught." Sniper went to reach for his rifle so they could get the job done. But Lance was dead set on making his life harder than it had to be so he quickly grabbed it, which started a game of tug-of-war.
"Let go, you crusty weirdo!"
"This is my rifle, you lil' shit.!"
In the midst of their arguing, the two shooters heard an annoyed "Ugh." followed by a gunshot from behind them, before chaos erupted in the crowd. Most people were running around, trying to get away, while some others were searching for the direction of the shot.
Both men looked at Bayonetta, who in return just said "move it", then transformed into a crow and flew away.
The other two still at the rooftop looked at each other and hurried to get away before someone could see them.
Later that day, it was confirmed on the news that Charlie Kirk was indeed dead. The bullet had hit him right in the jugular.
A deadly shot.
True, it wasn't a headshot like the other two had planned, but it was still very impressive, considering Bayonetta wasn't using a sniper, but instead a normal sized gun and had managed to kill the guy from around 200 yards away on a rooftop.
Those 500 years of practice were definitely worth it, weren't they. Maybe the guys should learn a thing or two from this Diva
Both Sniper and Lance agreed that they should just get Bayonetta to do the job right away next time.