Shayari Bazar

Generally ‘training’ went something akin to this:“So what you have to do is—“Shoot you in the fucking head with your own gun because it would be painfully easy to disarm you with the way you’re holding that weapon.“Understand?”Sin stared at the man blankly before raising his own weapon and unloading his entire clip into the paper target. He didn’t speak and didn’t even look at where he was shooting before placing the standard issued gun in front of him as he watched his ‘trainer’ expectantly.The man, whose name he had not bothered to pay attention to, gave him a strange look and examined the target as it slid closer to them from across the range. His expression became incredulous as he took in the completely obliterated ‘head’ and he turned on Sin with a frown. “You killed it.”“Yes.”“You were only supposed to immobilize it…”“Oh.”Fucking civilians.