Chapter 60.4- Doom Days

They splashed against the hastily formed shield, appearing to eat through it slowly and surely. Cece’s expression barely shifted as she spun her wand, pushing the shield forwards before dispelling it. Instead, she fought the flames by trying to control them, pushing them backwards with a gust of wind and then trying to encase them in a barrier of some sort. Maybe it would have worked, but she had an opponent to face, and no one sane would let her just turn away from the duel to do that. Okonkwo snapped her fingers, and her equivalent of a bludgeoner hit Cece straight to the side, sending her flying arse over teakettle off the platform and into the sand.

Not passed the boundary that would have ended the duel, but those who found themselves on the sand did not tend to make their way out. She struggled to her feet. Okonkwo snapped her fingers again. This spell took longer to work than the others, but what did it matter with a stationary opponent. Two more of her Venus flytraps formed on either side of Cece, turning to aim at her.

I couldn’t hear the words Okonkwo said to Cece, but it was clear that it was some sort of warning to surrender. I didn’t hear what Cece said back either. But I did see her struggle to her feet and walk off to the side, running her wand over her midsection as she did so. For some reason, Okonkwo did not react to this, speaking still. Her eyes were still pinned on the position that Cece had laid at. So that was why Cece had been asking me about the illusion I’d used to defeat blizzard girl. It was impressive that she’d been able to reverse engineer it so quickly though.

Okonkwo sighed at something and snapped her fingers. The Venus flytraps opened up, bathing the sand with purple flames .Well, that was probably in violation of the rules if Cece had still been there. Cece had managed to do something about her injuries at least. She was no longer walking with a heavy limp. Okonkwo quickly realised something was wrong though and narrowed her eyes before covering them with her hands.

When she removed said hands they were glowing an eldritch blue. She looked about, eyes snapping to Cece’s location. I could see the despair forming in Cece as her trump card failed to buy her more time. Okonkwo snapped both of her fingers and the ground around the arena shook, as multiple of those Venus flytrap things formed in a matter of seconds. All of them aimed at Cece.

“I yield” The stadium’s speakers projected those words as Cece sighed and lifted her hand. I couldn’t judge it. She didn’t have any tools for dealing with that purple fire. Looking at the sand they’d blasted, I could see some of it developing a glassy quality.