Visibly relieved, his enemy did the same.
Darren gasped as he saw who it was. His memory flashed back. He remembered being huddled in his mother's arms. Screaming echoed and the air reeked of pain. The only light came from the burning of the ramshackle wooden village around them. His mother began to weep silently, her body racked by imperceptible sobs.
A huge clicking sound went up, as soldiers in red capes tore down the building Darren and his mother hid themselves in. A soldier in black armor grabbed Darren's mother and threw her in the back of a wagon. He looked at Darren, and removed the helmet of his armor.
"Son, remember this face. It is the face of the one who ruined you. It is the face of Wonkee."
Coming out of the memory, Darren launched himself towards his enemy, roaring with malice. He rose his sword and pointed it towards the man's face. The man barely parried the sword and dodged out the way as a result of his magic induced speed.
Wonkee began to speak Words, his eyes flicking back in forth in a frenzy.
So the Wonkee is an Impaired, Darren thought. He spoke and shot summoned a wand of Corn.
Corn rained down on the Impaired, distracting him from his complicated magic.
"CORN!?! NOOO!" The Impaired exploded, leaving a shiny bean.
Memories began to pour back as a small mottled imp in a blue 80's tracksuit ran away from the scene.