Maisie
"Aiming," Mercer said, his voice carrying effortlessly above the crowd. "Is often easier to note for creatures like us with sharper senses. But being able to see a target clearer from a distance is only half the solution."
He had rolled up his patterned sleeves at some point, and a few wistful sighs could be heard as he lifted a small handgun, fingers moving in a series of movements, too swift to follow.
Ten mechanical targets had been hoisted onto the raised platform shortly after our assessments had been collected, and Mercer gestured casually towards the one farthest from him.
