"Entrapta took one and integrated the tech into this space gun for me." He lifts the rifle to his shoulder again, shifting back into his adjusted stance and sighting along the barrel. He toggles the safety, double-checks that Cassie's clear, and fires.

A bolt of pure white-blue magic shoots out of the gun. (Claudette, the little sparring robot that Entrapta had also made, jumps and tries to snap her teeth on it.)

He lowers the rifle and looks at Cassie again. "This gun shoots heals."