Chapter 65.2- Doom Days

She hurled herself backwards, barely able to avoid a spell that was the size of her head. What? And then there were another two. She struggled to roll out of the way. Still, he tracked her movements with unnerving accuracy. She bent her head to avoid another thick spell.

And then she tried to backhand one, gathering magic around her hand. She slapped it, and instead of it moving immediately, the intent bore down on her, the sheer power of it. She had to heave, putting all her power behind it to slap it away. What? What kind of monster was he?

The next spell hit her too quick for her to do anything about it. Straight to the midsection. It hit harder than any of Dami’s punches during combat class. She doubled over.

“Sorry about that one. I could have sworn I held back on it more than that” He said, and she saw red. Held back? Was he trying to mock her. She pulled on her gift. She was the blessed of Ala herself, the great mother. She would not lose to this spawn of Ekwensu. Unkillable or not, he would fall before her.

She fed the ground that special energy she had been blessed with and watched as the plants shot out of the ground. Each one had multiple colours on it, red, orange, yellow, green, blue, everything. It was a whole rainbow. She waited to see what these ones would do, but her opponent did not.

“Oh, this trick again. Come, I’ll show you a spell I know you haven’t seen before.” He slashed along his own arm with a wave of his wand. He drew the blood from it as it followed his wand, drops flying though the air as they followed his wand monuments.

“Ignis maledictus sanguine” He said and then the blood burned. It turned a bright green that followed his wand as he directed it at her plants. She smirked. Those were Ala’s creations more than they were hers. And as the Colonisers— his people— had learned on more than one occasion, they did not burn. At least, they did not burn before today. Because his fire touched them and nature herself weeped as they began to burn.

“Oh you didn’t expect that? Cursed blood fire is what they call that spell. It’s Black magic with a capital B. Within the rules though, because I won’t let it get anywhere near you.” He said.

“Now will you yield or will you make this last longer than it should?” He asked, lazy smile on his face, holding his wand like her threat was over. No. She couldn’t disappoint her people here. She had to win this. It was not a question of if she could. She must.

“Arghhhh” She screamed her rage, summoning her magic as she slapped her fingers together, triggering her trump card. The last thing she saw was the disappointment on her opponent’s face, and then his glowing red wand.