The gunfire made my ears ring and put me in an immediate state of shock. It didn’t happen slowly like it did in the movies. It happened fast—so fast that I barely had time to react.
Silas stumbled back and gripped his shoulder before losing his balance at the cliff's edge.
“No!” I screamed and ran forward, but I couldn’t catch him on time. . . at least not with my hands. My hands shot out in front of me, and two bright flashes of white lit up the area. Magic. Something I didn’t use in front of anyone, or at least not when they paid attention.
The bolts of electricity that came from me caught Silas mid-fall. A magical bubble surrounded him. It was easily visible to not only me but anyone in view of it. These bolts of light had a good grip on him, and I could feel his weight. It was as if I had a rope around him, but it wasn’t.
In a flash, I raised Silas fifty feet into the air and brought him back down on his feet. His hand was still on the gunshot wound.