Another village, another duel with the resident hotshot wizard...
The villagers pushed an older man towards him.
The elder stumbled a bit, but caught his footing, and stood ready.
He looked oddly serene, given the circumstances.
The villagers backed away, giving them a circle, all the while taunting and jeering.
He sighed again, closed his eyes, gathered his strength, and gingerly reached out with his mind.
He encountered tightly coiled ropes of power surrounding the old man.
Wow, what a powerhouse. Those coils would hurt on contact...
A minute went by, neither side making a move, until suddenly
"I surrender", the stranger said. "You win".
A roar went up, the villagers cheering their champion, who came over and shook his hand.
"Welcome to our village", he said with a smile. "Let them buy us a drink".