Accompanied by the gunfire, the Grey Robed Nun toppled backward as if forcefully pushed from the front.
Rebecca was confident she had hit the enemy's vitals, but there was no helping it, had she not fired first, it would have been her lying on the ground.
It was a cloudy day, and the village road was unlit, but that nun had clearly seen her—either the foe possessed a special constitution or, like them, had used similar black magic or consumed some Magic Potion.
The other junior Judges also acutely captured the nun's recent actions and the weapon in her hand, immediately returning fire while seeking cover.
