the gun made a sound like the world sobbing , an unholy explosion of too much light and noise , and the gun wasnt enchanted but the bullets were , and hothes head rocketed back , the right lens of his horn-rimmed glasses shattering and , oh , oh shit someone screamed , a short , panicked burst of wordless oh god no , and conrad didnt know if itd been him or lily , but he scrambled to his feet , rocketing up and nearly out of the shield , catching hothe and lowering him to the ground .