Chapter 52.2- Doom Days

How the hell was he just controlling my body without even hitting me with a spell or anything like that. I took a step forward and he matched me. This time I sent two spells in his direction, each one a blast of silver that marked them as gouging curses. They were a step up from piecing curses. Each one would take a mighty chunk out of him once they hit. So they didn’t. He weaved between both spells moving like he was walking on air before his wand moved again.

This time, it was a blast of mist that threatened to cover the entire battlefield. ‘Ventus’, I mentally incited, swishing my wand from right to left. All that happened was that the mist was lushed back a few metres but came back all the same. I growled, “Ventus Maxima”. It was the first spell I cast aloud all tournament and it was well worth it.

The blast of wind scattered the mist to all sides, making it impossible for it to reconsitutite itself. With the mid gone, I trend my head this way and that searching for its creators. The only thing was that he seemed to have gone with the mist as well. A disillusionment charm? I wondered. If he had used one, then it was much better than most, I couldn’t see any flickers or distortions in the air, I tested backwards to avoid a storm of arrows that shot through the space I’d been standing in.

I returned fire with a blasting curse but at the very last moment, my hand was torn to the side and my spell spluttered against the wall.

“How are you doing this?” I asked, but received no answer. I hadn’t been expecting one either way. But it gave me an outlet for my frustration.

I slashed my wand from one side to the other, releasing an omnidirectional wave of force. Said force parted in two sides to my left, evening my opponent’s position. I nailed him with one of my longest and quickest spell chains, trying to overwhelm his defenses. The spells he didn’t deflect, he dodged, and when the last three spells were sent, he created his mist again and returned them with double the speed. I just stepped to the side, taking a deep breath.

I tried another spell in him, but once again my hand was wrenched out of the way and he almost managed to nail me with a spell of his own. Okay, I could see a few things. For one, his control only applied to my wand hand. No other part of me was in danger of falling under his control. If he could have controlled my feet or body, he would just have faced me to stay still and take the fill brunt of his spells head on. Another thing I noted was that there was some sort of cooldown. Like he had to wait a few seconds to use the ability again after using it once.