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Trying to cover up his weak quality with quantity? A foolish notion. He raised both his hands and began muttering. The ground started, was that pulsing? His eyes flashed blue and his hands trembling. "Azyr! ba.." Before he could finish the magic from the area... vanished. Almost as if it was sucked away. Mathews eyes widened and his spell was stopped, and all of the weak mages spells stopped.

Mathew whirled "Archmage?! Why did you stop it!?" Anger at being cheated in his voice. He was going to end the little mage. Break everything inside his body for he dared to blacken the name of magic with this foolish violence. He stopped when he recognized the look in the Archmages eyes. The look of the calm storm, of the hidden rage. His own anger left him in moments "Arch..mage?"

Balthasar shook his head "What is the first rule of the Guild?" Mathew paused "Magic is not meant for senseless violence.." Balthasar nodded at each word. It sounded like Mathew memorized it straight from the guide itself. "You were going to kill him... Go back to the guild." Mathew tried to struggle for something to say, but the fight in him left. Nodding he turned and walked back up the street not sparing a glance at the second rate mage.

Balthasar turned back to the alchemist women "Children... they never learn."