Characters: Kirin Yi, Candice Wilmer
Summary: Target practice of a different kind.
They needed sleep, both of them, by the looks of it. The monitors didn't lie, he'd missed the last ten blasts and she'd nearly gotten hit twice. Better appreciating her distances would've helped, but the truth was she couldn't be bothered to check the parameters. Most of it was just a formality anyway; he aimed three feet away from her at all times, but depending on the illusion, he sometimes got a little too close.
"Fifty-three," she counted with a sigh, turning her head away from the flash of light before it hit the wall behind her. She still couldn't get used to the sound of it. Another yawn made its way past her lips and she rubbed at her eyes. "Two more?" she suggested, flickering into his field of vision briefly.