The very last shooting exercise of the day had two students paired up on the firing line. Ahead of them was a thicket of four "no shoots" at awkward angles, and one bad guy that looked identical in the middle of the group, moving laterally back and forth in spastic, twitchy jerks, powered by Louis yanking on a pair of ropes. The target, only seven yards or so away, would start moving and you and your partner had, oh... three or four seconds to try and get good, solid hits without winging the bystanders.
On the "Go!" the target dove into the middle of the crowd. I had tried to game it by asking Shootin' Buddy if he'd mind if I took the left side, and felt pretty clever by crouching a little lower and going cyclic, hitting the bad guy a couple times in the pelvis (there was just enough gap between the front two targets) before it lurched away to the right. I heard a few shots to my right, as Shootin' Buddy got a piece of it, and I swung towards it, only to have it bob back into cover, duck right again, and suddenly shoot clean out the left, where I managed to get one good head shot as time ran out.
No good guys hit, and a couple of righteous hits in addition to my pretty-clever-if-I-do-say-so-myself sloppy pelvis shots. I'll take it.
Add a randomly-moving, only partially-visible target, surrounded by no-shoots, and suddenly even really close range carbine stuff got really tricky.