There’s no way you can win in a duel. But a thought occurs to you…

“Shoot at him,” you ask Callis. He arches a brow, but does it. The arrow disappears in a shower of sparks while you whisper Words of Power.

“IS THAT YOUR ANSWER?” the Dukesman mage roars, then sends one fireball after another streaking into your midst. Your shields hold, but won’t for much longer.

Turning to your protection squad, you say, “Each of you, hold out an arrow.” Chanting softly, a faint blue glow envelopes them. Sweat pours down your face and your shields begin to buckle, but you manage a grin, “Now, shoot at will.”

A cluster of arrows arc across the distance, pierce the enemy’s shield…and his body.

“How?” Callis asks.

“A prank I used to pull in school. At the right moment, if you’re fast enough, you can find a caster’s signature. Use it on something else, and it will pass through like it belongs there.”

The rest of the Dukesmen flee. You have successfully defended the East Gate!

CONGRATULATIONS!

THE END

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