Chapter 34.3- Doom Days

It was not until I heard the sound of stone cracking and something moving that I flipped my head to the side to find that one of the statues I hadn’t been looking at had begun moving. It had only managed to take half a step before it had com to a decisive stop, but that was a sign of potential. Was there some sort of glitch with the enchantments at play here?

Hearing movement, I returned my gaze to the stars that were previously the focus of my attention only to find the they themselves had been able to move only to come to an abrupt end. Movement behind me forced me to turn my attention back to the second set of statues. That was when I figured it out . The statues wouldn’t move if I was looking at them, but the second my attention was food away from them by the other moving status then they would be free to move again . It was a fascinating enchantment. Definitely the kind of thing that Flitwick and Mcgonagall would dream between them. The clear goal seemed to be to get to the centre of the large amphitheatre. That was about 30 paces away if I was walking at my full stride. With how large those statues were, they’d get to me before I got there if I just ran for it and fucked the consequences.

On the other hand, I doubted I had enough spare magic to just out and out fight the statues and fuck the consequences. That meant I had to be crafty about it. I spun my wand in my grip, creating a cushion o water around me with a modified use of the aqua eructo spell. One thing few appreciated about the spell was the second difference it had from the standard aguamenti. It not only created vastly more water, but it did it in such a way that the caster had almost entire control over what the water did once it was called into existence.

I rested on the watery cushion and commanded it to carry me straight to the centre of the hall while panning my gaze between both sides equally to make sure that none got close enough to present a threat. I almost made it even, except that I had done the same thing every stereotypical movie villain did— I forgot to look up. The first statue landed next to my watery carriage and was sent flying backwards with a wave of my wand as I commanded the water to slam into him. The second managed to swing its weapon, forcing me to jump over the arc of its blade, abandoning my water carriage. With a slash of my wand, the water rose from its position and slammed into this one as well. 15 paces to go, I thought.

“Come at me”, I screamed, daring the statues. The one who managed to be the closest was the first to eat a blasting curse straight to the head.