The wizard struck first, a sweeping, one-handed gesture to throw five long spears of ice at the witch.

Semantine raised a cloaked arm that shattered the projectiles and conjured a shimmering staff to rake the stage with summoned flame.

And so the duel went. Poisoned, animated daggers met enchanted bark; lightning cracked and snapped against ghostly barriers. Acid poured and darkness flickered.

The witch, confident, daring in the certainty of her own superiority.
The wizard, cautious, drawing strength from centuries of accumulated knowledge.

A torrent of arcane fire poured forth from Narralov’s hands at the spray of acid from Semantine’s, who just as quickly turned it into fire of her own.

Fire met fire at the absolute centre of the stage, and both winked and disappeared.