"Good shot, Remiel." Demetrius says.
Damon readies his aim at the closest target, taking his time he lets out a breath and fire. The bolt round easily tears through the targets chest.
"Not bad, Damon." Demetrius calls out.
Marik lines up his aim on the middle target and fires off a round. Quickly he follows it up with two more squeezing the trigger in succession. The first two rounds do not find their mark on the target's head, but the third flies straight and true obliterating the target's head.
"Careful Marik." Demetrius says. "Controlled shots."
Thrall steps up and readies his aim on the 50m target. Taking the time to steady himself he lines up the shot and fires. The bolt round finds purchase in the target's abdomen.
"Not bad Thrall." Demetrius comments. "Slow death that."
Garrus decides to go for the long target. He lines up his shot and gives himself a moment before pulling the trigger. The gun kicks a tad more than he expected and the round just misses the target.
"Close, but you are supposed to hit it Garrus." Demetrius says.
Kilof takes his time with the bolter, ensuring that his shot will be true. He slowly aimes down the range, picking his target, and pulling the trigger in a calm fluid motion. The bolt flies true and slams into the targets chest with a boom.
"Good shot, Kilof." Demetrius calls.
"All right." Demetrius says. "It seems some of you fancy yourself sharpshooters. As a Space Marine your target will not do you the favor of standing still to let you kill it, though by Dorn they might as well." Demetrius bellows. He then mumbles something into his vox unit and the targets all flip down. At the far end of each range a combat servitor emerges from out of the ground.
"All right. Your objective is to down the servitor before it downs you." He smirks. "They are armed with taze rounds. Get to your positions."