Chapter 45.6- Doom Days

And so I began. I began to jump up and down, exciting a perfect jumping jack and making sure to do it with my mouth open and breathing heavily so I could run out of air as quickly and possible and so need to breath in more air to keep going In short,. The goal was to make my oxygen consumption as efficient as possibly, while making the utilization as inefficient as possible. It took me a mere minute to begin to feel lightheaded.. I knew this would be far from cmfortable or painless but it was better than the other oppostutontfs by dar. On less than another thirty seconds, I began to struggle to continue and less than ten after that, I’d fallen to my knees involuntarily. My body was now struggling to take a breath and befor eI knew it, darkness.

XXX- SIRIUS BLACK

He clicked his teeth with annoyance as he blocked two spells— one from each side. His spars with Harry had taken his skills to the point where even after 12 years in Azkaban, he was close to the level he had been in his youth. The only thing was that where he had grown sed to fighting in a group of two— with his best friend, his partner in all things. Bugger that, Sirius, get your Head in the fame, you can miss James later, he said to himself as he sent a knee reversal hex right in the way of his opponent’s vivisection curse, forcing the both of them to ricochet wildly, uncontrollably, but not unpredictably.

The knee reversal hex hit one of the ones that Flitwick was dueling with off to the side and he nodded to the Half-goblins shouted thanks while the vivisection curse flew off into the distance. He cast a counter curse that caused the entrails expelling curse the second one had been preparing to send his way to fizzle out at the end of his opponent’s wand, not able to make any headway. He spun his wand countrckockwise and conjured a flock of birds that took a killing curse for him as he retaliated with a fire whip that dug into the first opponent’s side.

The second tried to take advantage of the fire whip and how the spell worked to catch Siruis by surprise with a bone breaker aimed at his neck. But he executed a perfect dodge, his head leaning out of the way right at the last second and thus blocking the view of the spell until it was too late and the man that had been trying to sneak up on him from the other side ate the bone breaker to the face. The man’s moans of pain died out as Siris dispelled his fire whip with a flick of his wrist that he quickly transitioned into his next spell.

“Schízo” he barked, drawing on his rage, his hatred, and his desire to end the fight so he could focus on what mattered, looking for his godson. The spell from his Grandfather’s personal library did as expected and tore through the man’s protego before cutting him in half. It left Sirius drained but had taken his list of opponents down from three to two, and of those two one had taken a lancing blow from his fire whip while the other had taken a bone breaker to the face.

He stormed them with a continuous barrage of hexes, jinxes, and school boy charms that he knew so well he could cast them in his sleep— for most of them, he actually had more than a few times. The point of the barrage was to wear down the already injured fighters with the weight of the number of spells rather than the quality, and it worked like a clock. One fell to a fever hex, burning up before reacting too slowly as a result to deflect the finger snapping jinx that followed and forced him to drop his wand. From there, it was a classic bowel loosening hex that ended the fight forcing the man to the floor as he emptied his bowels over and over again.

The other acquitted himself only slightly better, managing to bear the uncontrollable sweat hex for close to a minute, practically fighting blind as the sweat would have surely covered his vision but eventually it was too much to handle and a simple mastubare charm was what did him in. Sirius just had to hope he went wherever James had because they would have a riot laughing at the sound the man made as he ejaculated in the middle of the duel. With both his opponents finished, he turned and began looking for someone who could give him answers. The first of which being, where the hell was his godson?

A/N: And so we get the chappy.