HP: A Sociopath Gamer In Magic World [ Chapter 135: Intuition! ] (Patreon)

Clare:-

'Tch, the kids fast, I'll give him that,' she thought as she sent a curse aimed at his left arm only for him to move it out of the way at the last second.

'Why isn't he attacking?' she asked herself after the third time she feigned an opening only for him to ignore it.

She had fought fast opponents before but somehow this felt different, she just couldn't put her finger on it.

He was predicting her every move almost as if he knew what she was going to do.

'Fine, then let's see how you handle this,' she thought.

"Avis," she shouted, causing a flurry of brightly colored canaries to fly at the golden eyed boy who finally stopped dodging.

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Charles:-

So, she decided to change up her fighting style to try and confuse me. Smart but it was already too late, I had gotten a good enough impression of her abilities for [Intuition] to activate.

[ [Intuition] (Passive) LV 6 EXP: 3.34%

Description: A sense that allows you to foresee the future and understand the phenomenon. The more familiar you are with an experience the more likely you are able to predict its events.

Effect: Allows you to see 1 second into the future. ]

Time came to a crawl as I saw a phantom version of her get into a lower stance. The tip of her wand did a half moon motion before jabbing at the air, the spell had no color but the force behind it could be seen from the ripple it left in the air. 

Seeing its trajectory, I concluded that it wasn't aimed at me but rather the flock of birds. 

Why? To create a diversion. 

or what? From the position of her forward leg, height of her wand arm, and twisting of her waist I was able to deduce the rest of her plan.

Time resumed back to normal.

"Imobulious," I called out freezing the birds in midair before they could get close.

As predicted, the blasting curse hit them dead center, causing them to explode into a cloud of smoke and feathers that momentarily blocked our view of each other.

I flicked my wand left and right sending out two spells on either side of the smokescreen before ducking my head to avoid the disarm charm that came straight through it.

The two bright rays of light I sent traveled along a curved trajectory before blasting Claire off her feet and off the stage.

"Point to Charles Bell!"

The audience roared in excitement, probably because it was the most visually stunning match they had seen all day.

Deciding to show my appreciation I smiled and waved at them. It was always good to get the crowd on your side.

The spell was a simple knockback jinx so after dusting herself off she got right back on stage.

I smiled when I saw her get into a defensive stance and be a lot more cautious of me.

The referee looked at us to make sure we were ready after getting a nod from both of us he started the second round.

This time I decided to go on the offensive.

"Aguamenti," I shouted, causing a jet of highly pressured water to shoot at her.

She managed to set up a shield charm in time, but I saw her arm begin to tremble.

Just when it looked like she was going to break I stopped my attack.

I could see the confusion in her face, but I simply bent down and touched the tip of my wand to the wet ground, "Gicel."

The trail of water on the floor froze instantly with huge ice spikes jutting out of the ground transforming it into hazardous terrain.

Pointing my wand up to the sky I caused several of these spikes to float in the air before aiming them in her direction.

It was a little showy for my taste, but the crowd seemed to be enjoying it. I see several photographers on the side snapping photos while the commentators rapidly try to explain my choice of spells.

I could hear Claire curse under breath before hurriedly bracing herself.

There was a tense moment between us as neither one of us moved before I sent the first ice spike at her.

She calmly waited for the spike to get within range before shattering it with a swipe of her wand. Despite the seemingly unbeatable odds placed against her she didn't appear to want to back down.

I complied with her wishes as I sent another spike then another and another, steadily increasing their speed.

'Come on, it shouldn't be this easy,' I thought as I watched her struggle to dodge two spikes coming from opposite sides.

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Clare:-

'Fuck this kid,' she thought angrily as she shattered two more spikes only to roll out of the way from a third.

She couldn't let this go on any longer, she was steadily growing more tired as time went on. If this continued, she wouldn't have any energy leftover for the finals even if she managed to win this match.

'Fine. Two can play this game.'

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Charles:-

[Sense Danger.]

Long ingrained instinct caused me to leap backward just as two green vines tried to wrap themselves around my ankles. Looking at the direction they were coming from I saw several more sprouts from the grass on either side of the stage.

I had to give her credit; she was fast on her feet.

Momentarily halting my attack, I used my free hand to call one of the countless ice spikes still floating in the air. Tapping it with my wand I transformed it into a short sword and gave it a few experimental swings.

Not as good as my rapier but it would do.