Harkell rubbed his wrists as he watched Tarkyn and Waterstone wade out of the water, still smiling. “Tarkyn must indeed trust you to allow actual physical attack. It is unheard of among sorcerers except perhaps for closely supervised practice fights. Even then, I can’t imagine anyone would feel free to give it their all.” He shook his head, “Even if Tarkyn gave me permission, I don’t think I would ever feel free to attack him as Waterstone just did.”
Rainstorm laughed, “You’re probably not as bad tempered as Waterstone.”
As they spoke, Tarkyn and Waterstone walked up, still smiling, and breathing heavily. Tarkyn waited until he was close to everyone to shake his head and send water spraying over those nearest to him. Amid shouts of protest, as he straightened up grinning, he began to not
