Sillo gritted his teeth. He continued to hammer his skeletal opponent with spell after spell.
"You're too hot-headed. If you were more cautious like your sister, then you'd be more forbiddable," stated Duorda, carving through holy swords and dark sabers with his long, sickly bone sickle.
"Shut up!"
"If I do that, you'll never learn. You don't want your sister outgrowing you, right? You don't want her surpassing you and never needing your help?"
"SHUT UP!"
"Listen! I'm trying to help you."
A web of lightning materialized around them, keeping Sillo at the center and offering Duorda no chance to escape.
"This again?" Duorda sighed.
"You can't--"
"I told you, this is useless! Your mana control is too sloppy to contain me…"
