The bullseye on his target was completely obliterated. He could have hit dead center on it each time, but he'd learned by now that locals wouldn't trust that he'd actually hit the target multiple times if all the shots went through the same hole.

He finished up quick, fast enough to get a glance at Dameron's face. "If you want I can get that one for you," he suggests, "Or we could do something else." He didn't know what was going on, but it wasn't whatever he'd expected would happen.