What in the Abyss did you just imply about me, you feeble-minded trickster? I’ll have you know that I graduated the top of my class in the Imperial Academy of High Arcana, and I’ve been involved in numerous secret raids on Elvish territory, and I have over 300 confirmed Counterspells. I am trained in Abjuration warfare and I’m the arch magus of the entire Imperial Artillery. You are nothing to me but just another conjurer of cheap tricks. I will wipe you out with exactness the likes of which has never been seen before on this Plane, this I swear. You think you can get away with spewing insults to me over the Crystal Ball? Think again, prestidigitator. As we speak I am contacting my secret network of Arcane Tricksters across the Empire and your magical signature is being traced right now so you better prepare for the storm, you illiterate amoeba. The storm that wipes out the pathetic little thing you call your life. You’re fucking dead, novice. I can teleport anywhere, anytime, and I can kill you in over seven hundred ways, and that’s just with my cantrips. Not only am I extensively trained in magical duels, but I have access to the entire library of the Academy of High Arcana and I will use it to its full extent to wipe your miserable existence off the face of this Plane, you little peasant. If only you could have known what esoteric retribution your little “clever” comment was about to bring down upon you, maybe you would have cast Silence on yourself. But you couldn’t, you didn’t, and now you’re paying the price, you god-forsaken fool. I will cast fury all over you and you will drown in it. You’re fucking dead, novice.