The tall, muscular man stands silent behind you on the firing range. Merely observing, it seemed. His eyes flicked between you, your rifle, and the target downrange, listening to each report from the gun and watching as bullets impact the target few and far between. Then, like a ghost, he appears behind you, putting a large hand between your shoulders and the other on the receiver of your rifle, his thumb deftly flicking it to safe. "Posture." The one word carried quite a bit of power behind it as he, surprisingly gently, adjusts hour stance, his hand guiding your shoulders up, squaring your back. His other hand slips under the handguard of the rifle, lifting up and pushing it back into your shoulder. Then, he uses his boot to open your legs a bit more, making sure your feet are at shoulder width. "Lean into the stock, *fruend.* Not back. Helps to focus the recoil and absorb a lot of it. And keep your hand wrapped around the handguard, don't just rest it. Maintain a clear sight picture of the target, and focus on the front sight. Again."