Chapter 64.3- Doom Days

I went tried and true, using a spell that I hadn’t used all that much in this tournament but I had practiced to perfection all the same. A flick of my wrist, and a thick bolt go red light wide as a galleon left my wand, aimed centre-mass. She stepped back, backhanding the spell into the wards, and ceding the initiative to me, to allow me begin to work my magic. Of course, I accepted the advantage.

I twirled my wand, each spin ending in a bludgeoner curse. She backed away further, opting to dodge these spells. I sent a wave of magic into the ground itself as I forced her snap her fingers. The ground around me erupted into shards as I shattered it to prevent anything from forming. It seemed to work as I did not see the telltale green of the vine she’d used against Cece begin erupting from the ground.

‘Dao’, I mentally incanted, sweeping my wand from side to side. She splayed out her fingers, forming a shield that caught my spell in he middle of its arc. I watched it, the dark purple arc of magic that marked the Chinese cutting curse being held in the air between her gingers, the colour of the spell shifting just at the edges as the only sign of the shield she had formed. And then she pushed, sending the spell back my way at double the speed. I ducked underneath it, barely managing to avoid the spell with0ut using my full speed.

Closer to the ground, I took the chance to slam my wand into it, creating earthen spikes across the ground that erupted in a straight line from my wand to where she had been standing. Of course, she had moved away the second the first of the spikes shot out. But that was only half my spell, a twist of my wand forced all the spikes to explode, peppering the both of us with tiny bits of rubble. Of course, I directed the baked in explosion in such a way that it would do as little damage to me as possible, so I just lifted one arm to cover my head while the few stones that came my way bounced against my robes or the arm I covered my head with.

I looked over at her to find that she had caught all the pieces of the debris that had gone her way with some variant of the impedimenta curse. She snapped her fingers, and the small stones turned to arrows. Another snap and they were spinning around and shooting at me, aiming to turn me into a human version of a porcupine.

I took a deep breath, and fire bloomed into being. Not fiendfyre— that would have gotten me a warning. No, this was a lesser spell that created easily controlled flames. But I liked it because just like the disarming charm, it responded phenomenally to the amount of magic used in conjuring it.