Myrcella's POV
Gunshots rang out, bullets slamming against the barrier I had conjured. Meanwhile, Johanne clashed swords with the leader, the battle locked in a stalemate since its onset. Neither side seemed willing to yield an inch. These men were no amateurs, and they must have realized that we weren't either.
Despite my skill deflecting their bullets, the two men continued to fire relentlessly at me. Even as they emptied their guns, they quickly reloaded and resumed shooting. Seizing the opportunity, I closed in on them with my sword in hand—a royal knight's blade gifted to me by my father on my fifteenth birthday.
As I closed in on them, I swung my sword horizontally, aiming to strike them both simultaneously. However, they managed to evade by pulling back slightly. Before I could launch another attack, they had already reloaded their guns and fired at me once more. Reacting swiftly, I utilized my skill again to block the barrage of bullets.
