I saw from afar a fellow student battling the undead, re-risen, or newly awakened crocodile warriors in the tombs beneath the Krokosphinx. I was not quite sure what they were. The genus of the creature was lost on me during lectures. All I knew was that they turned to sand when I threw lighting at their faces. A newt-looking Mander had asked me to defeat a few more of the Kroks, and my classmate was trying to defeat the same Kroks. I scampered up to his battle circle, re-tooling my spell deck on the fly. He turned his head toward me with a grim nod. More of the enemy would soon be joining us.
After the protracted battle involving the summoning of all manner of magical creatures, the Kroks dissolved to sand, filling the rocky cracks in the floor. There were a few small pieces of fulgurite from all the lightning strikes I inflicted, but I pretended not to notice for the life wizard’s sake. That was it. The briefest of glances, the quickest of handshakes, and a tactical retreat in to the shadows of sidewalks ended our grouping. I may meet up with him again for another painless transaction. I can only hope the other world’s I walk will soon have means for the transient gathering requiring merely the nod of camaraderie.
in the end it became a triumphal march