With a sudden doubt, you hide behind the a nearby desk, out of sight of the intruder but ready to ambush them once your nerve returns. You wait silently, listening. The door swings open. Footsteps enter the room. The door snaps closed. You stand up and strike. There's a crack of a whip from the mouth of the device. A bolt of lightning sears the air, zigging and zagging erratically towards the target. Energy shoots into their body, eradicating their figure into a blinding white mass.
Shielding your eyes, you observe the transformation. Whatever power the gun has, and however it truly works its magic, it does work brilliantly. The glowing receiver shrinks in size, first in half, then half again, until they disappear towards the floor, left at a helpless height of a single inch. Sure, that you're safe, you peek at the shrunken guest's identity.
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