Six-Shot Basilisk

Cooper's eyes flung open. It was barely reaching sunset, but somehow he fell asleep on the job. What woke him up with the sensor he placed at the town's border. Someone just cast a spell.
A large explosion followed as the windows were colored red. It was a fire spell.
Screaming ensued through town. Both Cooper and Sly got their Colts loaded and ready.
"Create Communication!" Cooper cast a simple telepathy spell. He connected with the two other law enforcers who were out of office today. "Bentley, Murray, status report!"
YeeYee could not hear what Cooper was saying. Because Cooper was unable to pull her gun's trigger, she got slightly impressed that he was able to cast a concealed communications spell.
"It's a rogue cult. Looks like there's six of them." Cooper told Sly.
Both of them went outside. Immediately when they were out of sight, another explosion rang. Among the screaming YeeYee could heard Cooper shouting towards civilians. His cool image has been replaced by someone who seems to be a capable leader.
But now she was alone.
... "Sense..." YeeYee cast a simple sense spell. She now had an understanding of the people walking around Three-Hill Town. She could see Cooper and Sly in a stalemate against two cultists. Another cultist was already dead. The last three were engaging with two others; who seem to be law enforcement as well. Most people have evacuated to the church. "Wait!"
It was faint, but YeeYee found a few people stuck in a burning building. The roar of flames and gunfire masking their shouts. Their life signals were getting dimmer by the second.
"I have to get out of here!" YeeYee started to jump around the room. She had no choice. She took a wide stance and brought her hands to her left knee, then moved her right arm around clockwise.
Before she could finish what she was doing, an explosion blew away the wall behind her. Once the dust settled she could see the cultist who fired it. He was wearing a robe and a mask. They did not appear to be associated with her target.
"Oh, I'm free now." She hopped out of the building. "Hur, hur, these bars are magically enchanted. Idiot." She imitated Cooper as she walked around to get her gun from the desk.
She took a second to be grateful to be reunited again. The noise of the battle brought her attention back to more pressing matters.
She jumped across from the jailhouse to the roof of the saloon. Both Sly and Cooper reacted shocked by seeing her jump eighty feet in the air.
"There's a burning house on the other side of the saloon. There are still people trapped in there."
"Can't you see that we are kind of pinned here?" Cooper yelled at her.
Unlike Cooper and Sly, YeeYee had no cover. The cultist took advantage of the situation and shot a bullet at YeeYee.
One bullet could be enough if it hits its target true. Magic only protects against magic, not gunfire. But there are few, high leveled spells which could protect you from it.
"Deflection!" YeeYee just cast that spell. The appearance of the magic circle of deflection shocked Sly and Cooper even more. It also shocked the cultists. With high agility YeeYee made her way towards the cultists over the roofs of the buildings lined up on the street.
In between shooting and reloading they also cast a few spells. But YeeYee was skillfully switching between Deflection and Protection for each one.
Sly was about to topple over, thinking he was dreaming. Cooper understood the golden opportunity YeeYee created for them. He took aim at the cultists, and with two shots wounded them fatally.
YeeYee got down from the building and rushed over to Cooper and Sly. 
"You need to hurry, I sense them getting weaker still." 
"But Bentley and Murray are still engaged with the enemy."
"I can handle them, just go!" 
Cooper and Sly started their sprint to the family in need. However Cooper stopped for a moment and turned his attention back to YeeYee again. 
"Are you going to be alright?"
YeeYee brought her revolver to her face and gave him a smile. "Naturally! I'm the beautiful gunslinger who brings justice to the evil plaguing the common people." 
Somehow Cooper started to believe that. He didn't say a word. He only gave her a nod and then joined Sly again.

Bentley and Murray were in a tight spot. The leader of the cultists held constant pressure on the two. He may be alone now, but he was skilled enough for the two of them. 
"At this rate we're going to die." It was Murray who was slowly losing faith. 
"Don't say that! The boss is on his way to help us."
Fireball after fireball blasted away at the remaining cover the two had. The bank soon had nothing left to protect them, and they could feel the raging fires that caught its wood getting closer. 
"I've had enough fun for today. Fireball - Triple Detonated!" An orange orb of flames shot from the cultist's hand. Bentley and Murray braced for the worst. 
"Protection - Triple Layer - Projected!" 
Three large magic circles stood between the two law enforcers and the roaring flames, which left glass remains in the sand. 
Bentley and Murray looked over to see the cultist's attention being diverted elsewhere. He either forgot them or couldn't be bothered by them. Either way they took this opportunity to flee the scene. A window was still accessible. They took this route outside of the bank and fled deeper into town. 
While they were running away, they saw a small girl with twintails standing on top of the water reservoir. She fit the description Cooper gave them. Though they were surprised, they were more occupied by getting themselves to safety. 
"Stay out of this, child, this isn't your fight. This town belongs to us now. So get out while you still can."
"I can't let an evildoer like you threaten the safety of these people. It ends here." Despite her serious tone, she was quite excited for this battle to go on.
"You punk! Firebolt - Quad-Shot!" And four bolts of explosive fire rushed towards YeeYee from the cultist's magic circle. Even if they missed, they were likely to hit the water tank. That would leave this town with no water and little chance of survival if no help would come.
"Protection!" YeeYee answered with a defensive spell instead. All four bolts were blocked perfectly by her one magic circle. She could see the frustration in the cultist's expression. Following his attack she jumped down, heading head first to the ground. She took out her gun and aimed at the cultist.
"Like Hell I am giving you a straight shot. Dash!" And the cultist's movement accelerated. It was hard for YeeYee to get a clear target now. "I'm not done yet. I'll answer your trump card with mine. Come Forth: Sword of Flame!" 
The cultist conjured a flaming sword. YeeYee understood he wasn't bluffing. She got herself positioned upright and landed on her feet. The cultist had already begun to move around the street. He jumped from building to building at great speed. He even attacked YeeYee from a blind spot, though she just barely managed to duck away from the attack. Before she could retaliate, the cultist was already gone. 
He altered between dashing and attacking. The fast and random attack pattern gave YeeYee little time to aim and shoot. 
She started to think of a new plan. The corner of her eye caught something. In between dodging she moved herself closer to what appeared to be a brand new bottle of whisky. 
The cultist wasn't moving around aimlessly. He noticed what she was planning and made a plan of his own. He smirked. This was going to be the blow that would end her. 
Here! She dodged another attack and grabbed the bottle from the floor. She anticipated him right on front of her around... Now! 
The bottle flew forward and the cultist stopped less than fifteen feet away from her. He saw it spin right in front of his face. But he was stationary now. YeeYee aimed at the cultist and shot.
The shot was true and her aim perfect. But the cultist thought that to be the case. He flung a piece of paper towards her. It obscured her vision momentarily, but he was gone once it returned. The bullet was still traveling. 
YeeYee ducked. It wasn't a gut feeling or a calculated move. She just knew he would be behind her. She knew he used a teleportation scroll. 
"You're too predictable to be a real villain." YeeYee got closer to the ground. The cultist's attention was on her, until he saw a glimmer in front of him. "But you should have known. Basilisk never misses!" 
The cultist placed his flaming sword between him and the bullet, but it was for naught. The bullet went cleanly through it and pierced his heart. The entry wound was clean, but the blast escaping his back was enormous. The wind it created was strong enough to extinguish the fires behind him. Along with the fires the streets were blown clean and the windows shattered in response. 
One Shot, True Shot

The townsfolk were well on their way rebuilding the following day. YeeYee was pardoned by Cooper and her crime swept under the rug.
"I can't convince you to stay?"
"I'm a drifter, Cooper, my place is on the road. Besides, there's a town on the horizon that needs my help." 
"I could arrest you, you know. You did cause for an additional twenty daler worth of damages."
She started to cough at that remark, a little bit surprised and a little bit scared.
But Cooper laughed it off in a way that was very unlike him. 
YeeYee and Cooper both stared at the horizon - the path YeeYee was about to embark on.
"So the legend is true. The Six-Shot, True-Shot Basilisk is real." 
"And the beautiful gunslinger wielding him!" She moved herself in front of Cooper to give him a wink and a smile.
"Yeah, no way that part of the legend is real." Cooper started. "But you know, maybe you'll become a real hottie in a few more years. So be sure to visit me then." And he gave her two finger pistols to try to deliver to her that it was a joke.
YeeYee looked at him disappointed. "Yuck, Coop... That was disgusting." As she stuck out her tongue.
She was a bit sad their last moment together was this awkward. Cooper wasn't a bad guy, she figured. Thee-Hill Town wasn't a bad place either. But she was on a journey - a journey written in revenge. And the random encounter with these cultists already took enough of her time.