Duplicitous Dupont

I recalled when I purchased the desk I specifically wanted something with hard wood so that it could block bullets. At the time I figured I'd upset someone just by being in business (despite magic being widespread and accepted there are people who deny it exists its very werid) but it did manage to absorb the first magazine of Dupont's pistol quite well. Unfortunately for me I didn't have my own pistol to return fire, it was locked in a bottom drawer and the keys were on top of the desk in open view of the person shooting at me. I could have used some fire but I didn't want to ruin my own damned office with the smell of a smoking body. Yes even when my life is threatened I self select how I defend myself.

"Trezlan why are you hiding back there you should be using your magic to show me what a big strong man you are." And here was where I was happy I hadn't just used magic, because clearly Dupont had some kind of counter to it.

"You'll know it when you feel Dupont you sniveling coward." I had no idea what my plan was going to be, but I knew it would work against Dupont because I'm an optimist.

"Even if Morley didn't want you dead, I'd kill you anyway Lorentino, you're a shit person, you've done nothing good for this world and taking you out of it will be a benefit. That I'm going to be made very powerful because of it is just a bonus."

"You're a bigger idiot than I expected if you think Morley will give you anything but a quick death if you kill me Dupont. I know that man better than anyone and he doesn't share." Dupont came into my office firing I could hear the wood buckling under the weight of his gunshots and I think at this point he realized I didn't have much else other than my magic. And I thought for a minute I really was boned, and then I recalled the incomplete necromancy left by the late Mrs. Chance. I hadn't exactly "disarmed" it as much as realized it wasn't finished, so with some words and a bit of my own blood I closed the loop just as Dupont was about to come over my desk.

The spell was not a pretty way of going, Mrs. Chance was not an accomplished necromancer, and in her amateur application her spell was way too much brute force and no nuance (so exactly like Morley's necromancy). It basically turned Dupont inside out. Which did wonders for my flooring as his corpse went up in a flood of blood and guts. Just as guard members who had been called to the sound of gunfire came into see their former boss splattered across my floor. They were understandably weapons drawn.

"I didn't do it!" Which was a lie, but that's me, a liar even with the evidence oozing on my floor boards.