Chapter 55.2- Doom Days

“Let them sing songs of our duel” he said, I barely managed to catch it above the howling winds. It was wind first, and then rain next. In a matter of seconds I was soaked to the bone. I didn’t bother casting a weather repelling charm. Neither did my opponent,. Charms like that one were good for day to day living, but they tended to interfere with other uses of magic, and this was not a dight I wanted ti be dighting with a handicap for,. The referee cdropped his and. To begin the deal as a crack of thunder sounded over the arena. I expected to be the first one to strike in this duel, ready to overwhelm his shields and smite hum but instead found myself a recipeit of the gatling gun.

I stepped backwards, increasing the distance between us as I deflect the first three spells— left, right, back at him, and then spin my wand in a tight circle to conjure a gleaming sliver shield. It dented heavily in a matter of seconds but that did not matter. I banished it at him with full force. He moved to dodge but I transfigured it to a net with a last second flick of my wand.

It caught part of his left-arm—unfortunately not his wand arm. He moved to remove it but I pummeled his position with four piercing curses, forcing out one of those shields. A flick of my wand turned the net around his arm into a snake. A snake large enough that its weight forced his arm to sag and made him miss whatever spell he had been about to cast. He was going to find those spell chains of his less than effective against me. He tried turning his wand on the snake.

My first bludgeoner kissed the edge of his head as he barely managed to move it back in time. I heard a gong. That was a warning for me. I noted it, both my next curses were aimed for center mass. Harder to dodge while he tried to destroy the snake. Around us he wind hissed and screamed its rage.

He formed a gold shield that took both spells and then in one of the most insane displays I have ever seen, he reached down to the snake head climbing up his hand and towards his neck and bit it. His mouth around its neck, the snake stopped moving. He turned said head in my direction and managed to deflect my next volley even as he killed a snake with his bare teeth. It wasn’t anything especially poisonous, but there was no way for him to have been able to tell for sure.