Chapter 65.1- Doom Days

This time, instead of just food, the box had been stocked with potions as well. I noticed one that was the familiar amber of a pain relief potion, and I chugged it down in seconds while I turned to the bowl in the center of the room. Next to it was a card with the writing, ‘For your neck’ on it. The pain potion, while fast acting had done nothing to affect the itching sensation I still got so I dipped my hand in the bowl with little waiting and began to lather it over my neck. It was cold, I hissed ,but then I was dipping my hand in for more as it brought instant relief to my pain.

So neither of us had been wounded in the first round and so they offered just food. Now they offered something for my neck. Okonkwo was uninjured, but chances were they would have offered something for her exhaustion. Maybe a pepper-up potion? It would make sense. And it would also mean that I couldn’t expect to go into the third round with the advantage of her being on her last legs. I turned to look at the rest of the potions and noticed one with the telltale deep red of the pepper up.

I considered taking it immediately, but changed my mind. It worked from the point it was taken, so while it would banish my exhaustion now, and essentially return me to full, it would come at the cost of that additional energy essentially running out at twice the speed. It was best if I took it when I was near empty when it came to reserves. But by the time that happened, the duel should already be over. Because I had seen enough. Okonkwo was am powerful witch and a worthy opponent, yes. But she was not my equal. And it was time for her to learn that lesson.

XXXX- IFEOMA OKONKWO

She walked up to the platform with a bounce in her step. She had been so close last round. She just had to push a bit more this time. Push more and avoid pushing too much still. She’d hit her limit and without that energizer potion, she’d be on fumes right now. But what did that matter? The point was that she was ready now. She had her opponent’s measure and she was better.

She just had to show the card up her sleeve.

He came out of his box with the same languid stroll. The one that said he had something better he could be doing and that he was bored with all this. She hadn’t known what to expect from the Boy Who Could Not be Killed, but the fact that he would be so arrogant had not been on her list. Wealthy, spoiled, pampered, of course he was arrogant beyond belief.

“Bow” the referee called out to them, and he straightened up, suddenly shifting and becoming alert on a dime.

“Now begin”