7:00 AM. Outside of Zaun. Classified location: Ratsworth's Private Testing Area.

There used to be a forest here. Or, so people had been told. Now? it was nothing more than diseased soil and stone, unable to grow anything. Dead trunks of rotted trees dotted the landscape, along with green and black pools of various toxic sludge from previous experiments. The air was thick with toxins and a strange, acidic humidity that clung to any bare skin that was exposed. Around them, the occasional bombed hole, green river, boulder, dirt pile, and dead tree.

Ratsworth sat atop of his transportation vehicle, preparing for the weapons demonstration he had been promised. Large in the belly, but with an even larger ego. Yet, unfortunately, with an adequate brain. Nuria hated his guts, but also begrudgingly acknowledged his intelligence. Today he dressed appropriately, with a customized gas mask, fine protective gear, as well as a personalized gun on his hip. At his sides were two fully armored female serfs with loaded guns, along with two more non-combatant serfs with clipboards, ready to take notes on the action. Six more guards were just below the vehicle, guarding the area for any potential threats. All personnel were wearing gas masks and protective gear.

Nuria and two larger male serfs began hauling crates out of the transportation vehicle while a smaller female serf followed them. Together they piled out two sealed metal crates of different sizes, stacking them close to the van. The final and largest crate, however, they carried into the cleared deep "arena pit" from a previous testing blast. Hextech had been previously set up on the bottom of the pit, one of which was a visible metal ring in the center of it. Nuria looked up at Ratsworth from his perch atop of the crater's cliff edge, annoyingly high up on the vehicle. How she wanted to punch him in the face. But, that was later.

A movement off the corner of her eye. Nuria turned to look. The smaller serf was waving to grab her attention.

"Ready?" her assistant signed to her. Poor Lynn. Nuria would much rather not involve her. She was so meek, thin, and frail. Smart and sweet. Had she been a full citizen of Zaun, she would've quit Ratsworth Inc long ago.

"We need 10 minutes for the final rigging." Nuria said, her voice muffled slightly by her mask. Lynn nodded before calling out to Ratsworth, relaying the information. Nuria, the other serfs, and the two of the guards helped haul the larger crate into position.

When preparations were done, Nuria climbed up the crater with Lynn, leaving the other two male serfs in the pit together to guard the crates. Heading back towards the van, Nuria stopped next to the two remaining crates. Opening the first, she began inspecting the first weapon: a long barrelled rifle. The second larger case contained a heavier, stouter weapon capable of being held by one soldier of average height and strength. Once they were in order, she stood up.

Having no desire to even so much as glance at Ratsworth, the serf instead turned to Lynn, who watched and communicated with her boss and signed the translation for her:

"Ratsworth says, 'Nuria, do show us what you have created for me. I look forward to the results.'" signed Lynn.

Nuria nodded. It was time.

"I will now begin the anti-magic weapon demonstration. Ratsworth, although you originally tasked me to create a single weapon to deal with magical entities and destroy magic shields, it was difficult to create such a unique weapon with the specifications required. Instead, I have opted the safer - and far more efficient - approach. Two weapons, two tasks."

The serf leaned down to the first container, and pulled out the rifle. At a glance, the general shape wasn't notably any different than any other rifle. However, the ammo she pulled out of the case was clearly unique. Holding up a shell for Ratsworth to see, she slowly turned it in her fingers. Her eyes caught him pulling out a pair of binoculars to observe the dark blue-purple glowing tip. The Clipboards on either side of him were scribbling away, peering at her and the pit. Ratsworth nodded to her and signaled for her to continue with her demonstration. .

"As we know, the best way to fight magic is with magic. Thus I have designed two long ranged weapons to deal with mages of any kind. The first is the Anti-Magic Rifle, designed to harm, devastate, and kill any magical entity within close to fair range." She nodded to Lynn, who called out to the two men in the pit. They shouted in return, before turning to one of the crates they had placed in the center. A button was pressed, and the crate slowly opened.

Not even a second later, something tears through the first serf, his screams quickly silenced as the monster tore away at his weak flesh. As the looming presence of the monster was made clear: a dark furred creature, wolfish by nature. Its many yellow slitted eyes darted about, observing its environment, two of which focused on its long awaited meal. A wisp of some kind of magical residue emanated from the being, causing a sense of uneasiness in the pit. Seeing the fleeing second serf, the wolf twisted its freshly bloodied maw. Before it could kill its second target, Nuria rapidly fired from her weapon at the top of the pit.

RATTATTTATTAAA!

Shells rained down at her feet, her body jerking from the recoil, as the bullets hit their mark, pelting the beast's side with a rain of bullets. The wicks of magical residue were immediately sucked into the bullets, and not even half a second later the small bullets seemed to explode, the force of which punched the wolf into the side of the arena pit. Yelling, the serf got out of the way as Ratsworth rose, peering at the pit through his binoculars with interest. His Clipboard serf assistants scribbled away fiercer as he noted with satisfaction of the damage.

The beast's side was completely ridden with medium to large holes. Blood, bits of gore, and bits of flesh gushed from its side, and though it was not moving, Nuria knew its life had not quite ended, though would be very shortly. She turned to Ratsworth as Lynn looked at the monster in horror.

"As you can see, each bullet is built with magical hextech that absorbs other magic. However, this is unstable. It easily explodes. Though this doesn't work well against non-magical entities, the results are not only devastating, but desirable. Lynn, the shield test please."

Lynn blinked as she turned around, somewhat shaken. It takes her a minute, but she gulps and nods before signaling to the remaining serf in the pit. Upon the ground in the middle of the main center of the crater, a 20 ft diameter hextech ring begins to glow. Within moments of charging, a bubble of magical energy goes up, surrounding the single serf cowering on the floor of the arena, along with a dead monster and dead fellow serf.

Nuria lifts the rifle again, carefully aiming at the shield. The remaining serf inside look at her nervously. Serfs like him were expendable, so she wasn't terribly concerned about him or the dead one. Their only purpose was to die during the demonstration. Still, she couldn't help but to angle the rifle slightly away from him. The rifle jerks in her arms again as she fires.

RATTAATATAA!

The bullets collide into the magical shield, causing it to waver. The serf inside ducks, as if that would do anything, cowering as the shield almost breaks, but holds. He looks up, unharmed.

"As you can see, the rifle, although efficient with living magical entities, does not provide the packing power as desired by the provided specifications to break powerful shields. However, where the rifle fails, is where the next weapon excels."

Nuria looks at Lynn, who looks at Ratsworth, who nods in approval. The smaller serf watches Ratsworth as he speaks, before nodding and turning to Nuria and signed her the translation.

"Approved. The next weapon please."