Chapter 60.6- Doom Days

His return salvo, a blasting curse followed by two bone breakers hit naught but air as I turned on my side, minimizing my profile and allowing them pass me by. At the same time, I flicked my wand thrice in the motion for the piercing curse. He slashed his wand upwards, forming a shield charm that absorbed all three with no difficulty. I slammed into it with a blasting curse that made I rumble and then sent a barrage of tickling hexes, making sure to sneak in Sirius’ favourite shield breaker, the siege engine. He recognised it— of course he did— it was of initial Russian origin. He blocked the tickling hexes, dropped the shield for a second, allowing the siege engine hit him and do nothing before he lifted his shield again.

I stopped and just stared. That had been impressive. As impressive as it was quick. Undoubtedly.

“Do not stop, Potter. This is just getting good” he said, ripping the ground that made the platform apart with a single wave of his wand and turning the rubble into a set of steel spears with one motion, banishing them straight at me. I waited until they were close enough to me, and then I slashed my wand to the side, overcoming his intent and turning the rubble to a set of colorful butterflies.

The way they flew around me was a thing of beauty, embodying every colour known to man. Of course, this wasn’t the place for appreciating nature and I bent backwards at my waist to avoid the next spell he sent. A thick black curse that seemed to scar the wards where it hit them.

“Warning: Volkov” We heard the referee’s voice. So that one had been against the rules. Interesting. Volkov himself didn’t seem all that bothered by the warning. So he’d expected it then. Well, it did make sense. Unless you did something especially egregious, you were going to get three warnings. And if you could use a spell that won you then duel, then what did a single warning matter? You’d already won.

“Well, let’s take this to the next level, shall we?” I invited, spinning my wand in my grip. He was better than I expected to be sure. Quicker than anyone I’d fought here by some margin.

“Show me your power, Potter. Bring me your best so I can crush it” Well, he wasn’t going to be avoiding any supervillain comparisons speaking like that. Still, I prepared to turn things up a notch.