[Zoe takes aim for where she thinks the statue had been, aiming low but not too low. Even the power of a shotgun at this distance won't do much to the base or the body of the horse and rider-- but a lucky shot to a leg might start toppling it.
The buckshot goes off and there's a spray of sound to go with the shots: a couple thuds that hits the stone base, a couple pings that either glance off or hit a small, and one loud metallic thunk that probably hit the body. Zoe mutters, mostly to herself,]
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[Zoe takes aim for where she thinks the statue had been, aiming low but not too low. Even the power of a shotgun at this distance won't do much to the base or the body of the horse and rider-- but a lucky shot to a leg might start toppling it.
The buckshot goes off and there's a spray of sound to go with the shots: a couple thuds that hits the stone base, a couple pings that either glance off or hit a small, and one loud metallic thunk that probably hit the body. Zoe mutters, mostly to herself,]
Little low.
[And she reloads.]