“Tomp, I never said it was open did I?” said Gerard with a wildly patronising overtone. “Hang on a moment” Gerard fiddled in his pouches and drew out a handful of the discarded powders he had previously used. With an almost imperceptible flick of the wrist he pitched them towards the unsuspecting Tomp and they scattered on the grass.
Unimpressed by what in his eyes was clearly a challenge and an insulting one at that Tomp brought himself up to his full stance, becoming suddenly a far more impressive and imposing figure with a sharp glint in his eye and a curse on his ragged lips.
“'Ere, there's no need f' that,” he bellowed, his nostrils flaring wildly.
“Oh please,” retorted the mage with an irritated sneer,
“You afraid?” hollered Tomp dropping back into a combat stance and readying hi
