As he spoke, he held his fist out before the Sister, then opened his palm to show her what was inside.
It was a bullet still radiating heat, roughly as thick as three of Su Ming's fingers. A skull and Double-headed Eagle were engraved on its tip. It was a very proper-looking bullet.
It trembled in Deathstroke's hand. It had been spinning at high speed after leaving the barrel, and even after being stopped, it was still not quite stable.
The shot had clearly been aimed at the Sister's head.
Efferal gritted her teeth and stared darkly at the bullet. Then she rose and looked into the distant darkness, but apart from the swarming insects, there was nothing around them.
"Someone wants to kill me."
That was all she said.
Su Ming nodded. If he had not caught the bullet, then the Sister would have had to rely on her own Psionic abilities to stop it. But this bullet was highly unusual.
Not only was its surface engraved with holy symbols, it had also been anointed with sacred oil. This was ammunition meant to purify demons—or at least, that was what the shooter believed.
"An assassin came for you. This bullet has a very Imperial style to it. I thought you were friends with those people from the Inquisition."
After failing in one strike, the assassin had immediately fled. The Sister sat down with clenched teeth, accepted the bullet, and tried to determine whether it was the work of someone she knew, but there was probably no clue to be found.
"Without a doubt, we are not anymore."
Her expression became somewhat strange, as if she wanted to laugh and cry at the same time.
"Then that's rather strange. You're a Battle Sister, and a very loyal one at that.