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too early for
that?
    She tried not to frown as she surveyed the room, there
weren’t that many people in attendance, and she worried that meant they were
listening to the families that were busy stirring up trouble.  Then again, most
were probably just living their lives, and didn’t care about government as long
as it didn’t affect them.
    The guard at the door announced Terrance Johnson.  She
looked over in surprise, he was one of the instigators from the eight old
families.  He wore a three-piece gray suit with a red tie and had a pinched
look on his face.  She slipped into her mage sight for a brief moment, his
power wasn’t even half of hers, but that didn’t mean everything.
    Sometimes cleverness beat strength, but she was an excellent
duelist as well as powerful, so wasn’t too worried.  Plus, he hadn’t even
challenged her yet, she was just chomping at the bit with impatience.
    “Terrance, what brings you here today?” she asked politely.
    Terrance looked up at her, “This treaty does.  It was
foolishness to make a treaty with a warlock who consorts with demons.  Now
you’ve got half of our forces sweeping the city, instead of protecting our
people, and for what?  To hunt down another damned warlock?  We should
let them fight it out!”
    She almost blushed but managed to calm herself.  She
couldn’t help but remember eating out the very demoness he complained about the
warlock consorting with.  She was almost positive she’d be doing it again,
hopefully while Shawn was… she shook her head and got back to the matter at
hand.
    “It’s a treaty Terrance,” she said patiently, “That means we
no longer need fear the warlock interfering with us.  It also means he’ll
assist us if a hostile group of mages invade our city.  What exactly are you
suggesting we do?”
    Terrance frowned, “Do?  I want you to put a treaty that
aligns us with evil to a vote.  Surely all of mage society deserves a say in
this.  Your high handed actions…” he cut off as she raised her hand.
    “The council around me already voted, and accepted the
treaty.  They are the votes that count, we lead mage society.  We’ll certainly
listen to opposing points of view, but we won’t be bullied by a very small, yet
very vocal, part of the population.  If you want a vote Terrance, you know how
to get one.”
    Terrance turned red faced and growled out, “Very well, I
challenge you to a duel to determine who leads us.”
    She stood up and rounded the raised table on the dais and
walked out into the center of the room with Terrance.  With a thought, the
wards in the room brought up a barrier that would keep anyone else in the room
safe from their duel.  As for her spelled protections, she wore them constantly
to guard from treachery.
    “Anytime you’re ready Terrance, but when you lose, you’ll
leave and stop stirring up trouble.”
    He sneered, and sent a sleep spell her way, she reversed it
and hit him with two of her own.
    He grounded her counter and cut off the spell causing the
feedback and sent a blast of air that her shields absorbed.
    She added magic to her air shields and narrowed her eyes. 
Usually in duels not involving death they didn’t use elemental spells.  It cut
down on accidents.  She tried to counter it, but it wasn’t a spell, he was an
air mage.  She narrowed her eyes, but didn’t use her inherent fire.
    She double casted sleep again, then double casted a spell
that would freeze all his muscles, then hit him with two more spells.  She
moved from spell to spell quickly, to drain his magic through his general magic
protection shield, and to prevent him from having enough time to cast a
counter.
    Power counted, but so did speed.  His inherent ability of
air drained her as well, through her air shield, but she had much more power,
and his attacks lacked her punch.
    It was only a matter of time.
    Her eyes widened as he pulled out a gun, and started to
empty the clip at her.  Each one that