Chapter 33.1- Doom Days

The approaching Dragon was wasting no time in covering what little distance existed between us, and I sighed before opening the cage and flying out to the side. I expected the Dragon to continue on towards its egg but the opposite happened. It banked sharply, chasing me through the air. And it was fuckingfast. Feeling the heat from behind, I dove with the broom, barely managing to avoid the fire that flooded the area I’d just been standing. I turned and fired a piercing curse, but it clattered against the creature’s scales with no effect. Another blast of flames. This time, too plentiful to dodge easily, I was forced to erect a mage shield.

The force of the flames pushed me backwards until I was almost crashing into the island. Once the fire died from its maw, and the Dragon became visible again, I noted that it was much closer. Only mere feet away from swallowing me whole. I leaned to the left in a feint before sharply turning right, missing the dragon’s snapping teeth by mere inches. Its tail arced around, and I was forced into a half-barrel roll to avoid its path. The dragon turned again, bathing the area I’d just occupied in flames. This time, I reacted swiftly and began to rise, rising above the fires that tried to engulf me. Shielding the flames was a mistake. It had taken more power than expected, and had given the beast the opportunity to close the distance.

I turned to the approaching beast and tried aiming carefully, but it just sent fire in my direction. I sharply turned left, applying a cooling charm to my body as I felt the heat of the flames sting at me. A flame freezing charm would have been a great idea, but dragonflames could eat straight through magical protections of all forms— fucking cheats.

This time, I turned and trusted my instincts to aim the conjucvictis curse properly. It went wide of the rapidly approaching figure, and I absently noted that aiming while on a broom going a few hundred kilometers an hour and doing so wile standing still in my pre-selected stance were too different things. In the first, my aim was a 10/10. In the latter. It was worse than shit.

The dragon continued its chase even as I dove towards the ground. I banked right, and then began to zig and zag to prevent it getting a clear shot with its flames. I shot down, seeing the rapidly approaching embrace of the earth but trusting instincts not wholly mine to make this work. When we were close enough, I pushed down with my magic as I came out of the sharp dive. It was a perfect wronski-esque dive. Reckless as all hell, but not enough for the dragon— a creature of air and fire. It leveled out just as I did and began to chase me as we flew parallel to the ground. I took off one hand from the broom as I dragged my wand upward. Spikes rose from the ground in front of me. I weaved through them while the Horntail just crashed through with a roar.