The Yellow Turban Warriors charged through the street like two tanks, their enormous shields blocking every spell hurled at them.
Yaxley's men certainly deserved to be called elite.
They had extensive combat experience. Once they realized direct spells could not inflict meaningful damage, they immediately scattered.
They attacked with Transfiguration and other indirect support spells.
Clearly, wizards were capable of devising attacks that altered the terrain. Most simply preferred exchanging spells.
A gale swept toward them, carrying the blazing flames of Incendio.
Several other elite fighters, working in perfect coordination, fired jets of water from their wand tips.
The water had barely splashed onto the Yellow Turban Warriors before Freezing Charms froze it solid.
The Yellow Turban Warriors looked down and discovered that the ground beneath their feet had somehow softened into a mire.
Seeing the Yellow Turban Warriors trapped, Yaxley felt a little calmer.
He sneered. "So they're just for show."
Just then, the Yellow Turban Warriors slowly crouched, crossed their arms over their chests, and roared.
They strained to break free. Waves of air spread outward amid a series of sharp cracks, and dust filled the air.
An indescribably oppressive presence emanated from the dust. The Hit Wizards exchanged bewildered looks, unable to understand what had happened.
They cautiously backed away, raising their wands.
Alex tilted his head toward a man wearing a top hat. The man nodded, stepped forward, and swung his wand hard.
[Whirlwind Sweep]
A fierce wind rose from the ground. Two towering figures strode through the dust and slowly emerged.
Their bulky golden armor had vanished.
Mighty Strongmen indeed! Behold:
Faces like red jade, beards like black velvet. They stood some ten feet tall, with the strength to wield a thousand pounds.
Beside their yellow turbans, golden rings blazed like the sun, spraying rosy