The fanatics standing between Tristan and Gospel reacted faster than Tristan could pull the trigger.
Two of them jumped at the path of the bullet with speed that must've been at the limit of human possibilities—at least, it felt like it. One was slightly faster than the other.
The bullet that should've struck Gospel hit the fanatic into the shoulder—right into the clavicle.
Tristan didn't stop shooting because of this, still trying to hit Gospel—but there were more people moving into his line of fire, and some of them were aiming back at him. His bullets made two people fall to the ground, clutching their bleeding wounds—but they were already getting up, and the Gospel was still unharmed.
Worse, Gospel's influence on his followers became even stronger than before. The aura he was spreading had only increased in power, and it made movements of his fanatics just as good as Tristan's best trained men.
