"Now" said Igna, unintimidated by the gigantic man "the cat is back, and the rats had better scatter." She flung a spell at the man.
Who deflected it with ease, and spat at the ground at Igna's feet. "Bah," he said "You think me one of the puny sorcerors of your pathetic world. Go run home to your mommy, little girl."
Eodor had picked up a rock, and with expert dexterity flung it at the head of the strange magician. He gestured, and the rock flew back in the direction of the prince, who avoided it only by falling flat on the ground.
The conflict was interrupted by a small party of Igna's guards that had fled the burning fortress. They greeted their mistress with joy, unconcerned for her company.
The tall man had disappeared.