"Alright newbies! That's enough chit-chat. It's time for Some Elemental Theory!" Malick squeaked out, clapping his hands together.
The room settled slightly, students turning their attention to the front. Malick paced back and forth, his long black robes sweeping the floor like a broom.
"First things first," Malick said, stopping abruptly and turning to face the class. "Who here thinks they only need to understand their own element?"
A few hands went up hesitantly.
Malick's eyes widened in mock horror. "Wrong! Completely wrong! You're all going to die horribly if you think like that!"
A nervous laugh rippled through the room.
"Listen," Malick continued, his squeaky voice somehow commanding attention. "The first rule of being a good mage is this: know your enemies. If you're a fire mage and you don't understand how water works, you're an idiot. If you're a water mage and you don't know what wind can do to you, you're a corpse waiting to happen."
