The world fragmented around me, slicing crystals bursting with explosive force. I flowed with them, from them, slamming into my body, the force of four souls coming together rocking my physical form even as I raised my arms and threw up my shields.
Liander thought bullets were efficient. Flying shards of crystal would do the job just as well.
Only problem, I had terrible aim.
A crystal shard whispered past my ear before freezing in place, much as Trill's bullet had, my shielding catching the flying projectiles and then releasing them all at once to tinkle harmlessly to the ground. I would have loved to let them fly, but I had no way of knowing if they would take out friend or foe and I just couldn't risk it.