"By the shadows of the criminal, by the light of the justice, we are tied eternally together. Sellswords we may all yet be, but we shall never forsake the bonds that keep us together, for any amount of petty currency or by anyone's command. And if anyone is being commanded, is it of course you, to leave this, our ashen sanctuary.
Ignis, hear my plea, to aid my protection of those I consider allies.
Magic, feel my wrath, and know my reason to call upon your aid to force this enemy from our home.
Bullet, see your target, so that your attack may be true to help us remove all threats from this land.
Magic Bullet Ignis."
At these words, a bullet flew through the air, encased in a shield of fire. If one were to attempt to block it, it simply changed its path midair, flying around these things, then changing back to its original target. Without remorse, this bullet would strike its target, not simply carving a path inside of it through their flesh but also exploding in a burst of flame, setting the already wounded target upon fire.