"Flesh Separation! Crucio! Blood Boiling! Avada Kedavra!"
Mia's fighting style could be summed up in one word—ripping and tearing. All kinds of Dark Magic flew from the tip of her wand in a torrent, as though they cost nothing.
This feral, rabid-dog style of attack was devastating, but it was also riddled with openings.
The attacker had never intended to kill Mia. Faced with her frenzied assault, he was struggling to cope. Even when Mia exposed some openings, he had to hold back to avoid mutually assured destruction.
"Where did this brat learn so much Dark Magic?"
As the fight dragged on, Mia seemed to enter some demonic state. Black mist slowly began to seep from her body, and the Dark Magic she cast grew increasingly vicious. The attacker, who had occasionally counterattacked at first, was now being beaten back without pause. Before long, he was the first to realize something was wrong.
Rumble—
Mia pointed her wand at the ruins and summoned a cloud of black mist. The mist formed into a skull in midair and shot at the attacker at high speed, but he barely dodged it at the last moment with Apparition.
The skull made entirely of Dark Magic energy slammed into a ruined wall, and the tremendous impact nearly brought down what remained of the house.
Having narrowly escaped, the attacker was still shaken by the power of Mia's ultimate move. Yet before he could catch his breath, more ordinary attacks made purely of Dark Magic came one after another.
"No, an Obscurial is still too difficult to deal with. Does she have endless magic?"
Of course she did. Mia herself had very little magic, but the Obscurus inside her was a condensed mass of highly pure Dark Magic. When her own magic ran out, she