[An empty lot.]
[We find Jasper Redgrave standing in the middle with a rifle draped acrossed his shoulder.]
“When I was just a young boy, my grandfather got me involved in shooting competitions as a way to try to bond with a wayward grandson.”
“I’ll never forget the first time he picked me up for a competition. He had been so proud of me during practice that he even showed up with his own rifle for me to compete with.”
“I was so happy, smiling ear to ear. We had been practicing for weeks and weeks leading up to the competition and all the nerves were starting to come to a head.’
[Redgrave drops to a knee and pulls the rifle up into position.]
[About thirty yards ahead of him sits a rack. Ontop of the rack is seven targets.]
[Each target represented by a participant of the Rise of the Spartan tournament.]
“However, when my name was called everything I had put into practice was lost.”
[BANG!]
[Jasper fires the gun towards the targets, but comes up empty.]
“In the heat of the moment, those nerves got the best of me.”
‘The form that I had worked so hard to keep for weeks and weeks became shaky. The podium was within my reach, but a shaky hand will never hit his shot.”
[He chuckles.]
“Even at a young age, I wasn’t one to just accept failure. A young kid with a bad attitude, the moment I flopped the embarrassment set in. I ran and hid from the world as I cried my heart out.”
“My grandfather came to find me, putting a hand on my shoulder and his rifle in my lap.”
“That day he told me something that I’d never forget.”
“‘Grandson,’ he said ‘wipe those tears from your eye. Everyone has their off days. It’s important to get up, dust yourself off, and try again. Take this gun and see if you can hit that sign over there. Forget all your worries, take a breath before you pull the trigger.'”
[Jasper recocks the rifle and hoists it up once more.]
[BANG!]
[Ting! One of the targets drop.]
“At Bad Company, I let the heat of the moment get the best of me.”
“Just like my younger self, I was so close to the throne that I let the nerves build.”
“And in result, my shot waivered.”
[BANG!]
[Ting! Another target drops.]
“Even in my old age, I’m stubborn when it comes to failure.”
“I’ve had a moment to step back and take my breath, and now I’m locked in.”
[BANG! BANG!]
[Two targets drop.]
“At Rise of the Spartan, eight competitors will enter a tournament looking to out-shoot the competition. Some of them haven’t had any practice at all, while others have won previous competitions.”
[BANG!]
[The sixth target falls.]
[Only the target that represents Narcissa remains.]
“But now, my gun don’t miss.”
“If the path back to the OSW World Championship is through this tournament, then I will be stopped at no costs.”
“Each of you will fall.”
[Jasper smirks.]
“Even those who think they’re safe.”
[BANG!]
[The last target falls.]
[Fade.]