Viviana clutched her staff tightly and squared her shoulders. “You’ll come with me and tell me everything. It will go much easier if you cooperate. For if you don’t,” her gaze hardened, “I will not hesitate to take you by force.”
Doctor Blight waved a hand in a lazy gesture, shoulders hunched, and green, smoky magic rolled out from under his glove. “Try then, mage. Just try.”
A strong wind flung Viviana’s purple cloak out behind her. She glared. Doctor Blight’s long coat rippled around his legs. The two faced off, sizing one another up.
Then Viviana whirled her staff with a shout, and a jagged line of rocks ripped up from the ground and toward the Doctor. He brought his hand up, and a stream of black-green energy sliced out like a blade and split her rocks in two. —From Protector, an entry in the Tome of CHAOS