Alzan had been sleeping as they made a raid on Dar, the journey was long and only a fool didn’t rest and very few wizards survived to become masters if they were fools. Trusting his apprentice appeared to be a mistake as he woke from his slumber by slamming his head to the floor. His hand made quick motions in the air and he flew from the wagon as it went tumbling from the side.
“Freck where are you?” he called for his apprentice but he was disoriented, the young man wasn’t at the head of the wagon thankfully because the driver’s corpse was rolling down the hill. Too many of the animals were going wild at once, this was the work of a spell caster. His apprentice would have to fend for himself because he needed to stop the caster before they did more.
He put up a magical barrier around him because he would need to search for the caster. His pinky ring flared blue before becoming a dead black but the enemy flared up in his vision and he studied her. She was leaving, heading behind their lines, likely to cause more trouble. The cries of his men as they fought with the animals were not unheard but that was just a symptom, he planned to deal with the real problem.
The master mage closed quickly on the woman but his hopes for a quick win were thwarted as tree branches shot up from the forest striking his shielded. It sparked and flared holding against the attack but the animated forest was undeterred and started to probe and search for an entrance keeping constant pressure on his defenses.
If he stayed on the defense he would surely lose, a shattering quake of force when down the trees causing them to explode. Splinters of wood flew in thousands of different directions and he hoped more than a few of them struck his enemy but he wasn’t about to depend on that a fireball started to grow in his hand.
“Nice trick but you will have to do better to stop me,” Alzan searched for his target but she had dispelled his marking magic.
“How about this for a trick?” an incredibly loud voice spoke behind him. Alzan spun around to see Marina was a giantess taller than many of the trees. Her fist smashed him to the ground easily shattering the remaining power of his shield, his spell fizzled out as he struck the ground, losing his concentration. He started to call forth lighting, power and light started to crackle in the air but the sixty-foot woman slipped off her shoe with a smile on her face and knocked him to the ground with her big toe. She planted in on his chest and pressed him into the ground. “That kind of tickles. I don’t suppose you want to give up.”
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