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Location: The town square, now-desolate, it's inhabitants wanting nothing to do with the duel that's about to unfold.
The wizard raises his jade-gemerald staff up high. It begins to glow as he chants in cold determined fury.
Wizard: I've had enough of your kind looking down on us, practicioners of the arcane arts! Magic is to be cherished, shared, and learnt as the proper craft it is, and yet, you- You think you can just match millenia of thorough studies, just like that?! Becuase what?! You might have some tricks up your sleeve, but let's see how you handle this... I CAST... HELLFIRE MISSILE... furthermore... I ENCHANT IT TO BE QUADRUPLE THE SIZE. My cloak has been carefully woven by the most learned of artificiers of the northern realms... It will withstand the strike easily, but what about you, i wonder!?
The missile materializes all at once at the tip of the jade-gemerald staff, and quickly strikes it's target, The Magician, covering horizon in a whirlwind of flames.
Once the fanfair calms down, all that's left is a big crater. No sign of The Magician. Not even pieces of burnt cloth from his magnificent silky costume.
Wizard: There! That settles it! In the last moments of your miserable, "gifted" life, you've come to taste the true wonders of the arcane arts! AHAHAHA! HAH! HOHO-
Suddenly, a muffled sound is heard from within the Wizard's front pocket.
Unidentified speaker: Have you forgotten the true purpose of magic, old man? It's reason for being isn't to be understood, written down across thousands of tomes, dissected and stripped of everything that makes it what it is... The true reason of magic....... is to amaze.
Please check your pocket for me.
The Wizard does so, as if though against his own will, before pulling out the full body of The Magician, whom somehow managed to fit in just a pocket, against what common sense would dictate.
The Magician, now standing on his own two feet:Well, is this your card, old man?