Duel to the Death

Tycondrius examined the spell circles the young lady had been scribing and the yellowed pages of the open tome at her side. 

None of them contained invisibility or... even concealment spells. 

"These are... short-range illusion formations," He explained with chagrin. 

The chocolate elf looked down, her hands clapped on her thin cheeks-- "Oh! Oh... oh no! I accidentally completed tomorrow's homework!"

Tycon shook his head. How clumsy was this child? 

Taking the book, he flipped several pages and set it down in front of her. 

He tapped on the displayed diagram, "This should be what you're looking for." 

"Oh, wooowwww!" The illusion-wearing child gasped, "Have you read this book before? High Wizard Tyrael's lessons are... so difficult."

"I have not," Tycon shrugged, "but he sounds like an extraordinarily intelligent individual."