“Not functionally enough that it matters; they’re synonyms, mostly. There’s different sources of magic and the types of spells one can cast, and whether or not you need an external object to harness the energy or if you can do it yourself, but that’s probably splitting hairs. Magic is magic.”

Strange catches that rueful self-awareness, and it’s an interesting question in light of what they can see across the temple: hose two trainees going at each other, rolling over the stone ground, quarterstaffs smacking at knee and arm and elbow.

It feels like an entire lifetime ago that he was sparring with Mordo himself.

He glances over at Julius. “Where do you fall? On the nature of battle-readiness.”