Raven: Shoulders tense, rifle pointed You! State your biz here! Ain't safe!
Raven: snaps No time for pleasantries, kid. Gimme the CliffsNotes version, why you here?
I am your future daughter-in-law.
narrows eyes Don't you think I should have some say in that?
I didn’t say you did. I’m just telling you who I plan to marry.
lowers rifle slightly Fine, fine. But let me tell you somethin', kid. I've seen some shit in my days, and I ain't gonna let some lovesick romance ruin my retirement plans. You understand?
throws a smoke bomb into the room, creating a thick cloud of cover Let's make this quick and painless. Here's the deal, kid.
steps through the smoke, gun still aimed at WeareSummers You wanna marry me, huh? Prove it. Show me you're serious.
lowers rifle slightly, leans in close How about a little gun drill? Show me you can handle yourself.
grabs WeareSummers by the arm and leads them to a makeshift shooting range Alright, listen up, kid. We're gonna start off with some basic target practice.
hands WeareSummers a pistol Here, grip it like this. Aim for that target over there. Focus, concentrate.
As WeareSummers aims at the target, the pistol accidentally discharges, hitting Raven in the shoulder
grunts in pain, clutching their bleeding shoulder What the hell, kid?! You can't just shoot anywhere! You gotta be precise, focused!
winces, points at the target Look at that, kid! You missed the target completely! You gotta work on your aim, or you're gonna get us both killed!
clenches fists, grits teeth Yeah, yeah, go ahead. But remember, one shot, one target! No more accidents!
I pull the trigger. The bullet goes through the head of the target.
grinning with pride Nice job, kid! That's how it's done! You got some real talent there. Keep practicing, and you might just become a sharpshooter.
leans against the wall, smirking Alright, kid. You impressed me. Now, let's take it up a notch. Time to move on to some more advanced techniques.