What was it with mages and superiority complexes, would be Tony's acidic reply. Sheesh, have the ability to throw a fireball and suddenly you were the greatest thing since the wheel.

The wheel was clearly better.

In either case, he was already charging up over the hill, back towards his camp. Pleasantly surprised that his hood was staying in place. At her tart muttering - come on, he wasn't deaf, he glanced over his shoulder at her and answered dryly, "I never knew a mage that could run more than a country half-mile without dropping from exhaustion, so I'd be nicer to me. I'll probably end up carrying you."