Chaoter 53.5- Doom Days

And there it was, the arrogance that came so naturally to everyone here. First it was that girl— I hadn’t gotten her name— and her audacity in trying to en her my mind without permission. No, not even her, the first had been the guy who I had tried being nice to who had basically spat it in my face. I noticed he had made it to the top 64 as well. I would enjoy dueling him again. This time, his cheap tricks would not catch me by surprise, and neither would I. I barked a sharp laugh.

“Even if a dozen of you tried, you would never lay a scratch on me. You see this scar here?” I asked her pointing at the lightning bolt on my forehead.

“It’s the last time anyone landed a wound on me unanswered. Come and do your best Anya Kuznetsova, I will enjoy tearing whatever pitiful villa magic you think you have mastered apart and sending you back home in despair” With every sentence, I had stepped closer to her until I was now face to face with her. She did not back off like I would have expected. Instead, she gathered herself to speak again, and that was when we were interrupted by the door opening. It was the Chinese girl again.

“They’ll disqualify you both if you don’t make it to the field in a minute” She said, not meeting my eyes. I turned to Kuznetsova finding her already scurrying down the hall. I nodded my thanks to the girl and made my way down as well.

When I reached the field, it had returned to normal. The grass yielded beneath my feet like the soft top soil of a wall cared for garden. Looking at it, it was impossible to tell that the grass had been replaced by water just mere minutes earlier. Kuznetsova had made her way to the platform already, and I hastened my steps to join her.

“Now that the duelists are finally here, let’s spin the wheel, shall we?” Russon called, and the wheel appeared on he giant display to the side. The wheel of colours began to spin but I noticed very quickly that the deep blue had been greyed out. So they wouldn’t use the same environment twice in a row? Interesting. A stylistic choice to keep things vibrant or a limitation to the enchantments?

My opponent had her hands clasped and eyes focused on the screen as she murmured to herself. The chatter of the crowd made it difficult to pick up what she was saying. Even when I fully focused on her, all I could make out were words of what sounded like a prayer. Interesting. Very interesting. So she cared about the environments that much?

The wheel came to a stop, light blue. The word ‘Blizzard’ appeared on the screen. I watched my opponent straighten up, looking like a young boy that had found the perfect stick to beat at his siblings with.