*She flicks it off and then and hefts it to her shoulder* [b]Tracking takes the fun out of shooting.[/b] *Master Maya Sundaresh reaches down at her feet. Yanks up a shadow and forms it into ten birds. She throws them up and they take off. After a good long ten minutes, the birds are far away. Maya sights in, breathes in. Breathes out. And fires under that brief pause between breaths. A puff of smoky shadows goes up in the distance. Nine more follow suit.*