Chapter 55.6- Doom Days

From it rose a pair of eagles that took to the sky. I brought them down with a slash of my wand, forcing flames into th skies and forcing them to fly lower than they should have to avoid them. Two piercing curses later, and they were dead meat. She hadn’t stopped there. I stepped to the side to allow a rabbit fly past me as my attention was held by the pair of gorillas she had created in the time I’ used to dispatch the eagles. And even as I focused on them u could se her working on more and more creatures to continue putting weight on me to force me to make a mistake of some sort that would grant her the advantage. Unfortunately for her, she was dueling me and not any regular wizard.

The first gorilla felt to a cutting curse that cleaved it in two at the was it. The second I blew apart with a savage blasting curse. I as leaning heavily on dark magic here. Contrary to what most would think, emotion-heavy spells like the dark arts for even the patronus charm had an interesting relationship with magical power.

While someone as cracked in the head as Voldemort probably used a lot of magic in their curses, the truth was ha you did not have to. The negative emotions used in their creation could fuel them just as well if not better than the magic you had on hand. So dark curses could actually end up being the more efficient choice in long dueling days like this one where I was expected to go through two rounds. It meant I could use a lot of spells while still keeping my reserves basically fresh. And even better, they were good for placing pressure on an opponent.

I watched as she created more and more creatures, tapping her wand against the ground for each of them, and I killed them as quickly as she created them At some point, she had only half begun conjuring the tiger when I smashed it to pieces with a standard bombardment hex.

Now, she had clearly been pushed to her last legs. She was breathing heavily, leaning against the staff, and trying not to waver. She was probably laboring on some delusion that she could still somehow win this. I sighed. Some people just took forever to get the message.

I ignored the wolves her spawned next, striking directly at her with a try of stunners. She dodged them and I twisted my wand, bringing all three of her wolves to the air at once. With a snap and a lurch, I overpowered her transfiguration and control— a display of just how far the gap between us stretched— and turned them into lions. They jumped at her. She managed to smite one with her staff. Another pushed her to the ground from behind and she fell, hair flipping past her shoulder to pool behind her, some of it falling to the lava.

The third lion pounced next, landing on her chest and roaring down at her. “I yield” her voice squeaked out next. And with a wave of my wand, the lions turned back to the rubble they had once been.