Before anyone knew it, the two familiars were shot, a total of three holes digging into them.
Two for the white stag, a larger target, and one for the swordfish.
Needless to say, there was no blood that spilt from those purely spiritual beings, however, immediately upon impact, the 'flesh' of the two around the bullet wounds rapidly blackened, causing them both to fall.
'What, no, but how--'
In the first place, an ordinary gun wouldn't have been able to even interact with a spirit.
Clearly, that weapon that was summoned from thin air must have also had its ammunition infused with magic, or otherwise have been created through magic itself.
Then, something else must also have been done to cause such damage with so few shots.
Unlike the stag, which only had one of its front legs buckle at the tanking of the two bullets, the fish, grounded pathetically, was a vastly smaller spirit.
