blocks magic bullets that actually move bullet speed

The “human” named Aleister held his right hand forward. He extended his thumb and
forefinger in a handgun gesture. He aimed the imaginary muzzle toward Kamijou’s belly.
And a few numbers scattered from his hand like sparks.
32, 30, 10.
“!?”
Several illusionary gunshots rang out in a row. It did not matter that the gun was flintlock.
If these had been actual lead bullets, there would have been nothing Kamijou could do.
But this was magic. That meant his surefire right hand would work against it. Having too
perfect an image of something could be both a good thing and a bad thing.
He deflected the bullets and moved right up to Aleister.

- New Testament Volume 18 Chapter 4 Part 2