"Three minutes and thirteen seconds left."
Roy glanced at the clock on the wall and spoke calmly. Clearly, he had not forgotten his promise of "seven minutes."
"Hmph, what arrogance. Bombarda!"
Facing Roy, Aisling finally stopped holding back. The spell fired from her wand was several times more powerful than before.
If Roy took a hit like that, he would be sent straight back to Azshara. Yet Aisling's ferocious spell was effortlessly blocked by the hexagonal green magical rune Roy summoned.
"That's it? Use whatever other trump cards you have, or you'll have to save them for your next life."
In truth, taking that spell head-on had not been easy on him. But to avoid losing momentum, Roy would sooner bite through his teeth than cry out in pain.
The moment Roy finished speaking, the two began an intense exchange of fire. Spells as thick as wrists streaked through the dueling arena like bullets.
Compared to this match, the other students' bouts had been like children spraying each other with water guns versus CEOs firing M7s and M14s at each other down a hallway.
Aisling had been "binge-watching" lately. By studying scenes of Dumbledore and Grindelwald's battles from back then, her strength had advanced by leaps and bounds.
Compared to their encounter in the boys' bathroom corridor at the start of term, Aisling could now fight Roy evenly—or even gain a slight advantage—as long as he did not close in, go all out, use Ancient Magic, or Apparate.
Aisling could now proudly declare, "Roy and I are evenly matched."
Their firepower in pure spell exchanges was evenly matched. Neither dared take the other's attacks head-on, so they could only dart and weave through the dueling arena, constantly evading incoming spells.
Roy's physical ability and reaction speed were superhuman, far beyond