Wizards’ Duel

It all starts with arguments,

But it ends up much more worse.

Friends meeting on wasted land,

Wands both raised, mind both refreshed.

Fireballs launch and assaults go,

Damage harsh both have suffered.

Flying darts with speed and force,

Strike and distract each other.

In seconds both with exhaust,

Rest a while and recover.

Then stand up and chants begin,

One is stunned and other faint.

But a foe stumbles upon,

With two quick tricks both are dead.

Easy, simple, effective,

When infighting sounded their doom…