Ruby dashed up the slope like a phantom.
Of course, their way up the slope wasn't free of disturbances.
Bullets, arrows and bolts of mana flew down the slope, intent on claiming their lives.
However, they all slammed into Ruby's flesh, causing little to no harm. Jenny viciously pulled back on the hammer of her rifle and took aim.
A bullet magically materialized, ready to be shot. With the slightest movement of her finger, the bullet tore through the air and through the head of a Pilgrim wearing a black mask.
Standing at the edge of the slope, Wulf gritted his teeth,
"Damn it! Shoot them down already?! Why aren't they dead?!"
"They deflect bullets and arrows like its nothing, Sir Wulf."
Wulf clicked his tongue,
"Then use something stronger."
Mumbling under his breath, he pulled something out of his inventory.
