Pointing the spell back at the rushing Minotaur monster, I exhaled and 'pulled the trigger', activating the spell and grunting softly as a compressed wave of wind splashed back against my arm and torso when the miniature ice bullet shot off from the Ritual Circle.
A small, tapered projectile made from pink ice sped off as soon as the spell was cast, the bullet traveling far faster than I could see and shrieking through the air as it raced towards the Minotaur, who widened its eyes and tried to bring a nearby monster up to block it, only for that to fail.
Impacting against its cranium, the pinkish blue bullet brushed aside the emerald fur and pierced into the flesh below, before splintering against the bone, eliciting a shriek of agony from the Minotaur as it skidded to a halt, blood pouring from the shredded flesh on its head.
