A successful disintegrate spell

Aaralon reacted on instinct. This was not a spell he had practised before but he had read the theory. As it was a war spell it only took one command word.

"PIAR'T!"

The spell worked but there was something new. The magic that flowed through Aaralon felt different than before. There was an aspect of it that reminded him of the Tar'oth imp. Had contact with the tiny demon somehow strengthened him?

Memp crumbled into ash. Yerther screamed in pleasure, pain and surprise.

"Wow" - Aaralon mused, blinking at the power of his own spell.

"Please Aaralon," Yerther begged as he crawled back under his sheets, "I'll think of something but please don't tell anyone what happened in here. Its... its... too embarrassing."

Aaralon paused to think. It was indeed a tricky situation. He would have to explain why he wasn't in bed. More serious than that any investigation of the room might reveal traces of his strangely demonic tainted magic.

On the other hand if he didn't tell the college that he believed he had killed Memp fairly and with reason then he would be hiding a killing. That was serious stuff indeed.

From the safety of his bed Yerther sobbed gently, "Aaralon? please, don't tell anyone."