Hanson stood like a rock. He didn’t lift a hand, simply spoke two words. Half the sparkling sigils vanished and the others wheeled in the air and headed back at Holzy. The wizard ducked and slapped them away, snarling and cursing.
“Warts and suppurating sores, a limp dick and constant diarrhea!” Holzy, foaming at the mouth in impotent rage, yelled spells and curses. Nothing happened. Hanson and Graber both stood calmly, making a few warding gestures and occasionally murmuring a counter spell. Nothing the wizard threw at them had any effect.
Finally, shaking with exhaustion and the belated realization of his impotence, Holzy dropped back onto the stool, gasping for breath. “I don’t understand it. What’s happened? Why can’t I reach these two miscreants?” The questions were clearly rhetorical since there was no one else to listen or reply and he wasn’t asking them.