[Reluctantly sticking to the safety protocols, Shepard nods his admiration. Taking his own place in the next lane, he lifts his pistol and opens fire himself. Despite the fact that his pistol is auto-correcting for recoil, the pattern isn't nearly as tight, although he doesn't miss. The moment his pistol is empty and flashing a warning at him, he takes one hand off the gun and makes a gesture -- something like pitching a softball. An orb of wavering blue energy shoots down the lane, tendrils of it lingering around his fingers, and the paper target vanishes into confetti.
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All right. So he likes to show off, a little.]