Character: Miklos Balsa

Over the black earth is still flying flakes of ash. The clearing was littered with embers, which ran green sparks fading advertently magic. Christoph, rather exhausted by the battle, was sitting on a fallen tree trunk. His foot covered the spiked vine, not to give the sorcerer opportunity to stand. Balsa on the move dispelled it in the trash.
- You had a good run here - he nodded to the master of Death.
- Didn't expect to see you, Miklos, ' replied the sorcerer and with the help of Greg rose to his feet.
- You're also arrogant, ' replied Mr. Balsa. - Where's the "I'm so glad you came" and "good night, notater"? However, don't bother. I've managed to understand that deep down you're happy to see me.