Wind Shield And Bullets (Chapter 3)

Bang! Bang, bang!


Three gunshots rang out, and Gordon panted, catching his breath.


"Huff, huff. That’ll teach you to mess with me..."


"This is interesting."


Oscar observed the bullets hovering before him, held back by his Wind Shield.


The speed and destructive power were impressive.


If his shield had been even slightly delayed, his head would’ve been blown apart.


"No magic involved, yet such force... How does this work?"


"You stopped my bullets?"


Gordon’s eyes widened, disbelief spreading across his face.


"Bullets? So that’s what these are called?"


A ranged weapon, seemingly easier to handle than a bow and capable of killing without magic.


The world had changed a lot in 20 years.


Intrigued, Oscar muttered,


"I’ll study this later. For now, let me return your bullets."


Whoosh!


A powerful gust of wind sent the bullets back to their owner.


"Aaargh!"


Gordon collapsed as his collarbone, hand, and thigh were pierced.