Wannabe Vindicare

A bullet spins through the air towards Gerhart’s chest. It was not fired from my rifle. Another chases the first. This time, my round. I watch the displacement in the air following the path of the two bullets as they bear down on the inquisitor.
My round hits first…
I exhale.
…striking the other before it can kill the inquisitor.
The bullets collide in a brief crack of noise. The Tempestus Scions break ranks, moving to surround Gerhart. He waves them away, looking to the heavens as he makes the sign of the aquila.

“Divine Will”