This is definitely not a kick an ordinary person could muster, this person's strength is more terrifying than some magical beasts...
"Kill them." Lance had no intention of playing any longer, didn't they appreciate the chance of survival he graciously offered them?
If they want to resist, then let them resist to their hearts' content!
That shout reawakened everyone present. Dismas didn't hesitate to raise his gun and shoot at the figure in the black robe, then charged ahead, his short sword already drawn, waiting for blood.
Never give a spellcaster time to prepare, it's a very useful little habit.
The lead bullet undoubtedly hit the black-robed figure, but instead of the dull sound of flesh being torn by a projectile, there was a crisp sound, followed by some broken white bones falling out from under the black robe.
Bone Shield.
