Chapitre 86: Chapter 86
Even under the prospect of agony and with his mind twisted by the presence of Voldemort, Quirinus hesitated for an instant before he bent his masters will. Still, it took an effort to master his words to some semblance of normality. He would have to ignore the pain for now.
"It shall be done."
And then he took his cloak, schooled his face and departed to the forbidden forest, limping at times when the pain was too much. That night, the first of the unicorns were killed. The only option they had was the mass consumption of unicorn blood. And then Lord Voldemort turned his mind to even more risky moves he could make.
First the hound, and then the rest of those "traps" would fall. Immortality would be his!
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Harry looked around the room of requirement. Once again, it was in the "Hall of Blades" that Hermione had used to demonstrate how to use weapons. And once again, he was looking at the various weapons there were. Despite his desire for the straight and long, he was finding that with his current choice of "working clothes" he wouldn't have much space to store them. Not to mention, dual wielding and elemental manipulation was not something he was fully proficient in. so it looked like his best bet was to either compile a seal formula for developing wind chakra along a blade edge or mastering his wind affinity till its use was unconscious. Unfortunately, his ability in the cutting aspect of wind, while considerable progressed way too slowly for him to use it in a battle ready condition anytime soon. Cutting leaves? Done. Covering kunai in a lethal envelope? Easy? Doing the same to a sword? Work in progress.
So for the moment, he was trying out other blades. Clones were trying out basic stances in a variety of weapons, testing not only his adaptability to unfamiliar weapons, but his ability to use them as weapons. The only problem was that he was really bad at it. He was for the moment better at knives, considering his body and experience. The original took a pair of Chinese broadswords, also called Dao and spoke up.
"Ok guys, lets begin!"
Instantly, everyone stopped everything else and charged him with their current weapons. And Harry grimly began to fight back.
Fighting multiple opponents simultaneously is very different from fighting one on one. For one thing, your mind is forced to consider the actions of many people at the same time as it is busy fighting. Inexperienced fighters can be quickly overwhelmed from the sheer mass of information they need to possess. At the same time, you also have to be focused on the here and now. On the other hand, very few people can engage a single person at a time, simply because there's only that much space to fight a person with, especially if others are also trying to use that space. With coordination, a group of people can take out a single person with minimum strain on the individual.
Harry's clones were somewhat equal to Harry. Their attacking ability is equal to his, their mental aspects were almost equal to his (with a small reminder that they are expendable and that they are subordinate to his will) but their survival on injury ability was nonexistent. They might take scratches and falls, but a direct hit that could stun the original would disperse the clone. Any impact or skin penetration that might discomfort the original would disperse the clone. As a result clone tactics placed a higher emphasis on evasion as opposed to blocking. But they were an extremely well coordinated force, operating with a synchronization that most people could not imagine, never mind achieve. And with the fact that their memories returned to the original, each new "generation" of clones were that much more effective as a team. And his practice of assigning tasks to his clones had even given him, and consequently them the ability to operate in squads of various numbers.
So, this fight was not actually one in which Harry systematically destroyed his clones. Rather, he was facing himself with many weapons. And his saving grace was that most of his clones were less used to their weapons than he was with his pair of Dao. Of course, even with the clones gone, everyone still needed to deal with the weapons that were left behind and littering the floor. It was a complicated dance that didn't seem to end. And every now and then, a clone would manage to strike him, sometimes almost running vital organs through. So as the fight continued, Harry had been stabbed multiple times and his clothes were being disintegrated. Still, his ability to deal with damage was being tested, even if the clones wouldn't complete a kill strike.
Another factor in the fight was that each clone dispersed their memories to everyone else. Thus each dispersed clone sent a dizzying wave of memories to the others, distracting them and making them lose focus. Still, their fighting was improving and with each clones memories, Harry improved a tiny bit. A single training session like this increased his combat ability immensely. Of course, he couldn't do them all the time. Even if he was the last one standing, he still had to spend energy healing and then spend more time recovering from the fatigue and the chakra drain.
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