Chapter 55.3- Doom Days

He shook it with his mouth, getting its death spasms out as it released his arm and then he dropped it. Well, someone for sure had been hitting the gym. How much neck strength would it have taken to hold something like that up by only his teeth? He smiled at me, a brutal, bloody thing, and for some reason, I found myself smiling back. He was going to lose, but he had given a good show at least.

This time, we struck as one. My tickling hex bounced his blasting curse to the side and I stepped to the side to worsen his aim and force him to move as he began another spell chain. With his first opponent, he had only shown off a single spell chain— beginning to end— about three to four different times. Minutes into our duel, and he was already showing off a fourth spell chain. Of course, I never allowed him to finish any of them. This would be no different. I sent my magic into the air, commanding the water around me to heat up into mist for a second. And then I lashed out with a fireball so large it blocked my view of him.

He shielded. Of course he did. But that was the point. For what I wanted to do, I needed him to bring out his strongest shield and so I plied his shield with blasting curses even as my fireball strained against it.

The shield changed, becoming translucent and practically singing with power. This was the one. I moved my wand deliberately. Heating the air around me to dry myself had not been only for the fireball. Using this spell while wet would be a careless mistake.

“They will sing songs about this, Alvarez.” I promised him. The fireball was gone now and he could see my wand trained on him. My wand that cackled with the power I was holding back. The warning to strengthen his shield was unspoken, but he took it nonetheless.

“Fulgur Tempestas” I lashed out with the upgraded version of one of my favourite spells. The charge from the air, created by this artificial storm flowed through joe and then into my wand. Before shooting forward in a single bolt of lightning that branched out as it shot. It was so fast one second I had control, and the next the world was bright and nothing.

It took me a few seconds to blink the light out of my eyes. There was no chance his shield had taken that unschathed. I was right. On the other end of the arena, half buried in the wall sat Mateo Alvarez. Knocked out, but beyond that seemingly unhurt. Good. I’d filled that with concussive force more than anything else. Fulgur Tempestas had an advantage over its lesser brother in that it allowed for that. It was not just lightning after all, there was thunder there too.

“Winner: Potter” The referee announced, and I lifted my hand in the air, enjoying the way they cheered my victory, applauded the spectacle.