After months of surveillance. Prendergast had barely only begun to unravel Babbingtree's method. The man was a master craftsmage, producing enchanted attire at a rate and quality unmatched by his peers. It was worrying that a man of his talents had so nearly been wasted in the retail industry.
Anyway, the government had been demanding returns on their billion dollar investment, and so Prendergast had gathered together what little he'd gleaned of B-tree's craft, emulated it, and weaponised it into gun. It wasn't a particularly stable weapon and it's effects tended to spontaneously reverse after twenty minutes, but it would keep the investors off his back for another month.
From a high, mirrored window, he looked out over the testing area - a large room strewn with mock-up buildings, cars, plants, and pedestrians. The whole thing didn't look much more advanced than a LaserQuest arena, though he was sure it had taken several billion to build.
Two groups of soldiers were, in a round-about manner involving lots of rolling and shouting, were convening on the center, all of them carrying test versions of the new weapon. They all had two functions - one capable of firing a spell, turning the target into something hopefully less dangerous than it's current form, the other capable of transforming the wielder of the weapon into a person or object matching the current surroundings - in effect, a disguise function.
Assuming it worked; there was a high possibility the weapons would simply explode in the soldiers' hands.
Two of the combatants finally found each other in the testing area and brought their weapons to bear. There was a flash of light, and -
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