Just how many wizards were around here. This guy, that other guy, the weird toad that'd just shot other guy. Was there some sort of secret school around here?

He didn't get to ride that train of thought very far before what only as some sort of giant death bug descended on him, all blades and wing beats. As he fell backwards into the mud away from the swipe of its claws that ghost hand streaked back over and deflected a strike that would have taken off his head with Matt's knife.

He'd been attacked by bees before, and though this wasn't a bee it looked like a sort of bug. There was one surefire way to get away from bees, and it was right behind him. He threw his bag on the ground, scrambled to his feet, leaped into the lake, and dived. I was a lot deeper than he though it was, and dropped off very close to the shore. Had he dumped that rhino into the deep end? Weren't they endangered? Could they swim?

He looked around for the rhino.