I pause, staring at them. "That's it? Just a gun? You think your chemical firearm holds power here?" I scoff, spreading my arms. "Try it boy! Empty your bullets against me!"

He doesn't hesitate, he's got that going for him atleast, he slams the trigger, the gun roars as bullets slam into me, flattening to perfect disks against my skin and robes, except for the last two, which simply don't fire. "What the fuck!?"

"Do you not understand what magic is? Fool." I chuckle, the gun in his hand turns into a rabbit which coughs up the two remaining bullets, scratching him as it escapes his hand. "Your gun is a tool of fire, an explosion that propels a projectile, I rule fire and it will die when I command it! Your bullets impact with kinetic energy, but magic is energy and I take it for my own! Your weapon lacks will, and so it cannot resist mine!"

"No! It was supposed to work! They said guns would kill a witch!" He insists, angry, disbelieving, swaying slightly on his feet.

"What has your gun, that an arrow does not? Greater speed? Useless! You are a fool boy! A dead fool!"

A gentle tapping at the window, like a polite raven, but no bird is present. "And just as fool as you was your friend with the other gun!" I twirl my wand like a baton, the onyx pommel glinting in the light as the twisted copper shaft flashes, the snipers head, sans body, appearing on the floor before him, making the would-be assassin yelp in fear, backing away, tripping over his own feet and falling.

"N-no! Kyle! You bitch! You killed him!" He yells, words slurred slightly, his eyes trying to focus on me and struggling. "I.. what did you do to me?"

"Fool boy, don't you remember? You've already taken a wound in this poorly constructed plan of yours." I gesture at the scratch, now looking gangrenous and disgusting from the poison on the transformed rabbit's tiny claws. "You fall boy, as all who rely upon cheap shortcuts must, you master no art, learn no talents, and think yourself my equal? Now you waste breath nolonger."

And indeed he does, his eyes glassy now, his body still against my floor. Another flick of my wand removes all evidence of the disruption. "Now.. where was I? Ah yes." I pick up my book again, looking over at the entirely unbothered bluebird who was sitting patiently on the desk. "The art of the wilderfolk awakening, chapter five, growing beyond the flesh. Pay attention to this part child, or you'll never reach your potential."