"I've done this, sort-of," Illyana admitted, tapping her fingers on her leg. "I created a weapon uniquely lethal to magic-users of all kinds. However, it cannot be mass-produced, nor can just anyone use it. I pulled from my soul for the creation magics in the forging, and that's not something someone should do lightly."

"But I don't think I'd encourage the guns. For many reasons, but mostly because a corrupt mageocracy is eventually going to self-implode. Why put that much effort into creating an indiscriminate death, when there's so many other ways to get the leopards to eat each other's faces?"