The mage levitated through the hole and outside the wall. Thinking he'd find Skeetr in a jumble on ground the thirty feet below, he strained his eyes, but saw only sand. A gasping caught his attention and he found his pray perched on a small protrusion. A very large grin, then smile, came to his lips and he couldn't hold back his laughter. A loud booming laugh escaped him, offering further proof that he truly had gone insane. Killing this boy was the only thing on his mind and as he regained his composure, he focused in on the small man he was about to make toast. His brow lowered and his hands raised. He brought the fireball spell to mind and started his incantation. With the last word he thrust his hands forward. Nothing happened. Had he said something wrong? Then the mage could feel the levitate spell wearing off. He quickly tried to re-cast it, but to no avail. He had used all of his manna in his chase of this whelp.  

Not thinking, but to get at the boy, the mage started towards him. Just as he came within reach, Skeetr jumped to another small cone protrusion ten feet below and a few feet away. Skeetr landed perfectly - this time having prepared his landing. The mage's eyes widened as they followed Skeetr down. Then his levitate spell wore off and he dropped like a stone. Not a shout or a curse was heard from the man as he fell. His mind had turned in on itself - some would say he snapped - after losing his quarry in one more (and final) attempt.  

Skeetr saw the mage pass by and watched him fall. The super heated air distorted his view near the ground, but he did see the man land. No movement was noticeable from the mage. The thirty foot fall was enough to break the man's body.  

Too stunned to think, Skeetr just sighed. Crouched on his perch, he chewed the remains of the fowl leg and twiddled with the tip of his tail.