Kapitel 16: Chapter 16: The Tyrant.
The first match was between England and USA.
The emcee came up to his podium and cast a sonorous to make sure he was heard by everyone in the stadium.
"Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome to the quarter-finals of the Under-16 Dueling Championships. The first match is to be between the seeded contestants of USA and England."
"On one side we have the US contestant, Brandon Cage 15-year-old. The reigning American under-16 Champion."
"And on the other side we have contestant Thomas Slytherin, I guess that last name needs no explanation and from the information our IFD has, he is the apprentice of the Grand Wizard Albus Dumbledore."
The crowd started murmuring at the Slytherin name, the people from England were going nuts and the media was happy to have a field day.
Thomas went up the ring to face a tall white fellow with sandy blond hair and blue eyes. The boy had a disdaining smirk adorning his lips.
The referee came up and checked the wands of the duelists.
"Same old rules, don't kill or do irreparable damage. Loss of limbs is permissible but do refrain from that and make sure to have a nice and clean game."
None of the contestants bowed after walking 16 paces from each other. The referee confirmed that both the contestants were prepared.
"Begin."
EXPELLIAMUS-BAUBILLIOUS-INCARCEROUS! Thomas shot a spell chain while the other defended with a PROTEGO TRIA.
Thomas did not stop, he kept hitting with chains of knock-back-jinxes and jelly-leg-curses with IMPEDEMENTIA and STUPEFY.
The US contestant was sweating bullets because of the avalanche of spells Thomas was hurling at him without pause or strain.
The crowd was madly cheering for the display Thomas put on the stage by point casting non-verbally, without any pause, pushing his opponent on the back foot from the start.
Thomas transfigured the ground under his opponent's feet to make it scalding metal and using the opportunity, he cast a leg-locking-jinx and a levitation charm and INCARCEROUS tying the opponent in a chain bundle hanging him upside down mid-air.
The thunderous applause marked the end of the match.
"The winner of the match with an unstoppable avalanche of spell chains and a brilliant display of non-verbal point-casting of spells, direct KO ladies and gentlemen. This young lad used anything and everything, from harmless pranks to nasty hexes, charms and transfiguration included."
"This is the birth of a titan; this young lad is the Pandora's box. Facing him there is no way to know what awaits the opponent, a bottomless bag of tricks. Facing his ruthless avalanche of spells there is no way other than compliance, there is nothing stopping him, truly a tyrant's march."
"Call him the tricky trickster, call him the ruthless tyrant, ladies and gentlemen, this is the beginning of a titan's tale, one who is destined to tower over the men, make them look up to him in awe and admiration."
The emcee was laying it thick and the crowd was all hyped up, cheering the name 'Tyrant'.
Thomas smirked at the sight and raised a fist of victory to the audience revving it up.
The next matches were completely lackluster compared to Thomas' match. Needless to say, most of the sixteen-year olds can't handle that kind of pressure to stand on the international stage bearing the fate of their nations.
Then, the performance of Thomas was like the straw that broke the camel's back, they were shocked, jealous and afraid. They knew that the American champion was by no means a weak duelist, but he never got the chance to go on the offense.
The next match for the semi finals was decided, the French duelist was bloody unexpected, it was the veela beauty, Fleur Delacour, Thomas' next opponent.
Both of them got on the stage, the men were drooling at Fleur's beauty but Thomas was unperturbed. Fleur who was thirteen at the moment was not the sexy babe that was written in the cannon, she was more of a budding flower than a rose in her full glory.
The emcee was jumping in excitement, "The match of the semi-finals became even more glorious folks, on one side we have the English Tyrant, Thomas Slytherin and on the other side we have, the French Bella, Fleur Delacour."
"Is it just me or is this the match of the most charming contestants this year? Contestant Thomas might be young, but no less handsome I tell you. As a man I am envious of his handsome face that can melt a maiden's heart with just a smile."
"Then there is the French Bella, do I have to add anything to express how beautiful she looks? But ladies and gentlemen, this rose has her thorns and her vanquished opponents can attest to that."
The referee came up and started the match after the contestants walked fifteen paces from each other and gave a courteous bow.
The match started with a shocking display of spells cancelling each other out and a thunderous applause broke out in the audience.
Both of them fired spell chains and defended, Thomas had a wide grin on his face clearly showing how much he was enjoying the bout. But Fleur on the other hand was getting tired with each moment of their exchange that was moving at a pace that could be a fitting spectacle for the Master's Dueling Championship.
Seeing his opponent getting slower by the moment and even fumbling at moments, Thomas frowned. Clearly, he did not want to stop the fun he was having, he cancelled her spells and looked straight into her eyes.
Fleur's POV:
This is the first time I am participating in an international event, bearing the name and colors of my country on my back. A lot of strong competitors came in and most of them older and more experienced than myself.
But it was really shocking to see someone younger than me being that skilled in magic and dueling. He was silently point-casting spells like an avalanche hurled at the opponent.
This is what you call a monster, the word genius was never worthy of his kind, and this was a boy who did not spend even a year with his wand.
Seeing the match from the stands, I was quite perturbed but I did not let that bring me down as I knew that I had to face this monster if I wanted to win.
The moment I went up to the stage I saw him standing there, he was the most handsome boy I had ever seen, but nothing could shadow his piercing golden eyes showing his untamed spirit.
Being a veela myself, I was sensitive towards the magic and spirits innately. Standing in front of him I realized that he had a calm and unperturbed countenance, not a shred of lust in his eyes, only appreciation and his aura clearly betrayed his raging desire for a battle.
The match started and there was a full brunt of pressure that assaulted my senses. My instincts were calling out to me, and I relented. I let my instincts govern my actions and the rapid exchange of spells started.
He stood there in front of me, casting and defending seamlessly, not moving a single foot. A wild smile and excited eyes adorned his handsome face making it look even more handsome. Within a few minutes, I felt fatigue creeping up and I was getting slower and even made a few mistakes.
I knew that this was the end, and I was about to lose this match. I was sad but knew that it was inevitable, that I did my best.
But, he did not exploit them and there was a frown on his face that was clearly said, "I don't want this to end."
His face looked like a child's after his favorite toy was taken from him. He cancelled my spell and did not cast another, he just looked into my eyes with his piercing golden ones.
That moment, I felt something within myself change, I knew that this was because of my veela nature awakening.
That moment I realized, I was making excuses to myself, I too did not want the match to end, I wanted to win, I wanted to fight and defeat this monster standing in front of me.
To make excuses, to hold back, to give up was an insult to myself and to the one standing before me with eyes that raged with battle intent.
My magic started coursing through my veins and its nature started to change. From the colorless brand of magic, it was slowly taking an orange hue, showing its fire elemental nature. My aura radiated without restraint and softly formed a shroud over me.
I was at the most vulnerable moment and I knew what was happening to me. I was awakening my nature and this was dangerous. One small mistake or mishap can render me into a squib.
I looked into his eyes pleadingly, and he nodded.
"This match will continue after she is done with her stuff"
Thomas declared and stomped the ground and a runic barrier appeared around me. His voice announced that his words were not up for debate or discussion, it was a decree that demanded absolute compliance.
A small curve formed on my lips, as a stray thought crossed my mind. 'How fitting his name is, truly a tyrant.'
The runic barrier was diffusing magic with a life attribute on a steady pace. I closed my eyes, knowing that I will be safe under the wings of a boy younger than me, whom I met just today. Yet, my instincts assured my decision to trust him.
POV ends.
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