The moment the old bishop at the door drew his gun, Durin had already deployed his Force Field Shield with his left hand while pressing down Melinda's hand—this girl didn't even consider where she was and drew her gun without a second word. If you light a torch and someone gets blown up, I and everyone present would have to write reports until the end of time.
Melinda realized Durin's difficulties, so she just watched as the bullets hit the force field shield and eventually shattered to pieces.
The old man fired six shots, and finding it useless, he pulled a long halberd from a nearby weapons rack and lunged forward. Of course, before he could get close, the Church Militant rushed over and pinned him and his fellow bishops firmly to the ground.
"It was quite frightening, to be honest," Eleven said. "When he came in and saw you, his eyes were shaking irregularly—it's a very dangerous traumatic syndrome."
Eleven knew a lot about these situations.
So, I didn't make a move.
