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Even though you had seized the initiative, put him on his ass, the tall German boy wasn’t just rolling over and letting you win; even on his back, he was fighting back. Tossed out spells to keep you from closing the gap too much. However? You could already see what he was casting before it was even intoned.
You stopped bothering with real shields; a quick cast, barely even calling out to block them was all it took. Parrying spell was incredibly difficult, supposedly. You weren’t having issues, so maybe everyone else just sucked?
And with each of the spells you stopped, with each step? The boy’s eyes grew wider. You began to <span class="mu-i">taste</span> the fear. And it was <span class="mu-i">delicious</span>.
When you were only feet from him, Carl called out. Screamed really.
<span class="mu-i">Bombarda!</span>
There was too much power invested in it to just knock it away like the others, but with your sight extended forward as it was, you were already casting.
<span class="mu-i">Prismatis!</span>
And even though your shield was up, there was a sound like the world ending, and you were actually knocked back when the barrier exploded… but when the dust cleared, you saw he had probably undone himself. The grass all around you was ripped away, blackened. Carlous had been tossed a few more feet back, past the end of the lane. A technical DQ… but you wouldn’t settle for just that and threw your wand up, your magic out one more time.
<span class="mu-i">“Expelliarmus!”</span>
And his wand was in the air. Then, you couldn’t tell why, but you used one of the little tricks Flitwick had shown you, formed a Prismatic Shield the size of a beach ball on the tip of your wand as someone shouted the incantation for a Stunner and then swung the Cedar and Dragon-Heartstring behind you, to the right; caught a bolt of magic and sent it directly back to the sender. Must be some dummy missing their actual opponent. Silly.
“Good match, Carl. Thirsty. Going to grab a sports drink, I’ll get one for you too. Like blue flavor? I’ll get you blue. Need a hand up?”
<span class="mu-b">“Frau Jennifer, Ihr Gesicht, Sie bluten Ihr ganzes Hemd voll! Ihre Hände! Was... was ist passiert?</span>
“I’ll take that to mean blue works. Cool.”
That match must have really taken it out of you, honestly. Walking towards Professor Thompson seemed like you were slogging through mud, and people kept accidentally sending Stunners you had to swat away towards you! Really, all these newbies. Couldn’t hit the broadside of a barn, you suppose. There were a couple of familiar voice shouting, but your hearing was still a bit messed up from the powder explosion and the <span class="mu-i">Bombarda</span>. But hey, when you made it over, Aubrey’s mom was already standing, wand out for some reason. She did drop her magazine, though. Heh. A bit clumsy.
