“Wins what, precisely? We should make it interesting with some stakes.”

The girl had the impressive talent of looking down her nose at him despite him being so much taller than her, but this eager creature is delightfully different from that suddenly-nervous voice over his crystal, the one who’d been skittish over the prospect of battle magic in the field. See, Arany, blowing stuff up is fun —

Strange is dressed like a civilian today, for the beach: regular trousers and shirt, no mage robes, no cloak. If you squint, he might not even be a rifter if it weren’t for that glow at his bare hand. He flexes his fingers, eyeing the large rock.