POV Fleur Delacour
While the girl was contemplating whether or not to start wearing the specially enchanted glasses for today's surprises and rubbing her eyes, she heard hissing, crackling, and even clinking again. She didn't want to miss a single moment of this fight, but she didn't know any special spells to restore her sight, so she just had to wait with bated breath.
There were still dark spots in her eyes, and the local lighting didn't help at all, but her sight was restored just in time to see the swordsman shaking his head fifteen meters away, the mage rising from the ground with his wand, and Sora and the bully facing off.
The knight brings up his mace again, scattering the translucent hemisphere of Protego, the guy dodges, shifts slightly to the side and stretches out his arm with a new sphere towards the enemy. The thug manages to cover himself with his shield. The girl squints, fearing another flash, but there was no flash, instead the orb splashes across the shield, the purple runes flicker one last time and fade away, and the shield is literally covered in frost in an instant. Sora delivers a second blow to the shield, the blue staff sword shattering the shield and the hand holding it.
As if in slow motion, the girl sees the knight's arm crumble along with the pieces of the shield, leaving uneven shards below the elbow — it's a good thing it's relatively dark and you can't see all the details. The knight is visibly stunned, taking a few steps back and letting his closed helmet drop to his arm. Somewhere off to the side, a swordsman rushes over, but he's obviously not in time — Sora's hands are covered in a familiar blue glow, and a new cold ball hits the knight's helmet. He remains standing, frozen in a pose, but his helmet, armored neck, and even part of his chest are covered in a thick layer of frost.
The guy takes a step to the side of the frozen knight, glances at the swordsman who is already very close, as if to make sure he is being watched, and smashes the knight's head, immediately jumping aside, and again and again, breaking the distance as much as possible. The swordsman stopped at the heavily fallen body, head down. Everyone froze, no one even moved, the girl had some time to listen to her feelings, to think about them. С
The girl had done it on purpose to stab the swordsman, and it had worked, but what did she think about it? Does she disapprove? Approve? Happy or angry? Fleur didn't understand anything yet — everything was happening too fast, but she was sure that she wasn't indifferent to the guy's action, she just needed to understand herself.
Meanwhile, the swordsman raised his head and looked at Sora, the same one who was obviously still sneering, smiling and shrugging as if to say, — It's not my fault — it's just the way it is. "That was a bit too cruel," the girl thought and continued to watch. The swordsman lowered his head to his body again, and after a few short seconds, he turned to Sora and stood in a new stance, his knees bent low and slightly apart, and his blades drawn back like the wings of a diving bird.
The girl's fiancé tilted his head to his shoulder, continued to smile condescendingly, then shifted his right foot back and stood sideways to his opponent, while extending his left hand with an open palm in his direction as if in warning. "And why has he never shown his weapon?" — Fleur's mind raced as she kept her eyes on the clearing, and no, she didn't forget the mage who had already established himself and was now emptying potion vials without hiding, but not attacking. It was the swordsman who attacked.
In one instant, his feet and the ground beneath them flashed with blue light, and in the next, he was already attacking Sora. The girl's breath caught in her throat: it was impossible to react so quickly to stop a literal lightning attack!
But, as the girl realized a few moments later, in the same tiny amount of time that the enemy was creating (or just activating a pre-prepared trump card?) this push, Sora had time to create and deploy a barely noticeable magic circle into which the enemy flew — he was like a fly in oatmeal, in a strange substance (or medium?) that did not allow him not only to avoid the enemy, but also to stop it. Not only could he not get out, he could not even move, and all his efforts resembled the floundering of an insect in thick sour cream (or jelly — who knows what tastes better).
Without wasting any time, Sora approached the swordsman and immediately applied one of his paper strips, which flashed with a pleasant green light, and from it, from a simple paper (!!!), natural tree roots and branches covered with small leaves began to sprout (!!!), which immediately began to braid the enemy. The girl thought for a moment that Sora had made a mistake and that the shoots would weave the prisoner just as slowly, but no, the trap worked selectively as it turned out (or simply obeyed its creator), so that the last free mage did not even have time to do anything before his comrade was completely entangled and securely fixed.
After a quick glance at the last enemy, he released the trap, and the wooden cocoon fell to the ground. The Japanese threw some papers into the air again, which unfolded in a wide line, and immediately cast a shield spell, which was hit by several spells of the last free enemy.
The "Master of the Situation" himself calmly inspected his prey, wrapped a few more talismans around it, and then placed it in one of his storage artifacts. When the swordsman disappeared with a soft flash of magic, Fleur breathed a sigh of relief: it seemed that this adventure was coming to an end, and surprisingly, they had escaped unharmed.
Sora turned to the last mage.
— You can surrender. And I even promise that I won't be too hard on you, I'll even spare your life. So, do you surrender? — This time, there was no mockery in the guy's voice, he looked quite serious.
The mage didn't answer with words, instead he pulled two battle scepters out of the folds of his robe and quickly placed them on a line, clearly standing between them.
In a second, the mage was covered with a blue dome of protection, and he himself, arms spread wide and head raised, began to recite some unfamiliar spells in an unfamiliar language, rough and even a bit growling. Strangely enough, the words were audible even from a distance, though the mage was not shouting them, but reciting them in a steady recitative.
— What the hell are you up to, huh? — Sora shouted, echoing her and Fleur's thoughts, even though the girl did not understand why the guy was acting like that in such a serious situation.
The mage, characteristically, did not interrupt his spell and did not answer. The guy shrugged and started to approach, stopping a step away from the shield. For a while he just looked at the mage (Fleur thought he was actually studying the structures with his mind's eye) and then pointed his wand at the target.
— Cruciatus!