The bullet never did hit Mayor Andrew T. Small, but deflected away as Serrin’s spell defeated its course, sending it shattering into a high window of the new research building. The sound of breaking glass came slowly, as if from a long way off. Small hit the ground while three of his bodyguards piled on top of him like three linebackers sacking a rookie quarterback. The goons staring at Serrin seemed unable to focus, confusion written all over their faces. The Knight Errant mage who’d stopped them from filling the elf with lead barked an order, and they slowly let their raised weapons fall.