The bullets flew out of his gun and hit a good number of the mages. Because they weren't prepared at all, (not that anyone could do anything to stop a bullet at close range, whether it was rubber or the real thing), the bullets caught them head on and rammed into their bodies. For fellows who hadn't even thought or heard of the concept of bullets and guns, it felt like they had been slammed in the chest with sledge hammers. It was strange. They wondered how a one centimeter long dart could pack such power.
One by one, they all dropped. By the time Xzavier had emptied his clip, only one man was left standing in the whole group.
