The Men's Last Stand

Inside the tunnel, the stench of rat and bat droppings was acrid and fierce.  Along the sides of the tunnel were embedded light tubes but they had fallen into disrepair.   

The darkness stretched out into the depths of the tunnel, barely alleviated by the tiny blue mage flames that danced above the wizards' heads. 

They continued to levitate on their boards, unwilling to touch the slimy surface of the concrete below them. 

The mad horde of rats and bats exiting the tunnel had turned the floor slick with their feces and urine.  The fumes emanating from the thick sludge was so noxious, without their magiked mouth and nose coverings, they would have been unable to breathe.

As Zander moved farther into the tunnel, he noticed signs of mage warfare.