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"Dialogue"
'Thoughts'
-Author notes-
Chapter 250: On Another Level
"Urrgg!" Voldemort groaned after receiving a kick aimed at his chest, sending him crashing against some trees on the other side of the pond.
Ultima stood there, watching him attentively with her intense blue eyes.
"You are the one known as Lord Voldemort, correct?" James had left her information about her targets, and this one was supposed to be the most dangerous of the bunch.
Voldemort groaned and pushed what remained of the tree aside with one arm. "Who are you?!" He was losing his patience.
He came here to kill James Potter and was instead presented with an unknown woman possessing strange abilities.
The Dark Lord had never liked surprises.
"I see the traces of the ritual you used to empower your human body." Ultima ignored his question. "You do realize that your lifespan has become severely shortened by it, right? A year would likely be your limit… your organs will fail first, and the—"
"Shut up!" Voldemort exclaimed as he jumped the gap between them, going over the pond and landing right in front of her.
Twisting his waist, he sent a powerful straight punch aimed at her face.
His fist moved fast enough to manifest a shockwave around it.
"Urgg!" The Dark Lord flinched when his wrist was suddenly grabbed before his attack could connect. He could hear his bones and muscles beginning to tear apart from the pressure applied by the girl's hand.
The worst part was that she didn't even appear to be struggling to do that. She had casually stopped his attack like it was nothing.
But Voldemort was not one to give up easily. He still had another arm and two legs, so he used them the best he could.
"You have an unusual fighting style for a wizard," Ultima commented as she moved her head to one side, barely avoiding a punch.
"Die already!" Voldemort used his legs as leverage to free himself from her grasp.
However, Ultima responded by giving her sword a quick swing, severing Voldemort's right hand at the wrist.
The blade went through instantly, finding no resistance on the Dark Lord's part.
"Noo!" Voldemort finally managed to push himself away from her, after having to pay a heavy price.
"Grr…" Gritting his teeth, he used his remaining hand to produce his wand and aimed it at the bleeding stump.
"Ahhh!" The pain was excruciating, but he had to put up with it, as this could not wait.
From his bones and flesh, a new hand formed. This was a human transfiguration, and the new hand was only temporary, not to mention very painful to produce.
"That magic is not on my records…" Ultima commented in monotone. "I will have to request an update from Nyxaris."
"You… you are not a witch." Voldemort had felt that something was wrong with this girl from the beginning, but couldn't quite guess what it was.
After facing that monster directly, he understood at least that — whatever this thing in front of him was, it was not human.
"No, I am no witch. I am Ultima," she responded.
"Did that damn boy create you?" Voldemort asked. He was using the conversation to gain a bit of time and stabilize his new hand so he could regain control of the situation.
He allowed himself to take a second to look at his army. Things were not looking good for them.
Neither the giants nor the Death Eaters seemed to be able to do much against the giant golden dragon, while this one was thinning their numbers.
The Dark Lord then considered if escaping was not a better option after all. His main target wasn't even here, and killing the strange girl was going to be too difficult, considering that he didn't even know what she was.
He had not missed the seven colossal white pillars that were now surrounding them. 'I will need to break through them if I want to get away.' He was fairly confident he could escape any containment formation with his strength alone.
The loss of his men was going to be very detrimental to his plans, but he could always try again in a few years. It's not like he could do anything for them at this point.
'Perhaps I could visit Romania and convince a few vampire clans to join me…' Voldemort suddenly felt the temperature lowering rapidly and was very confused, because he hadn't brought any Dementors here.
His eyes moved to the golden girl ahead of him and noted how her expression had changed to one of anger.
"Damn boy?... Were you attempting to insult my Master?" Ultima tapped the ground with her feet and made a huge crack. "That will not be tolerated."
Aura and Tertivor reacted to her change in mood. The armor shifted its form, turning into a more aggressive design with spikes on its shoulder pads.
Tertivor grew in size, forming a gigantic cleaver.
Voldemort could feel the danger to the point of almost tasting his death.
He had first thought that this girl was unable to show emotions, but that was clearly not the case. He had just angered her… quite a lot.
The Dark Lord's wand moved at an impossible speed, forming one spell after another.
Sparks of light in the form of curses, jinxes, and hexes flew at his target.
Ultima cut through the ropes, dodged the curses, and ignored the rest, allowing them to hit her armor.
"Whoosh!"
She ran faster than the wind and jumped into the air, forming a vertical slash.
The cleaver went down, cutting everything in its path.
Feeling the futility of his actions, Voldemort ran away without hesitation.
Physical attacks didn't work.
Spells didn't work.
The Dark Lord set his sights on the nearest pillar and rushed toward it. All he had to do was break it, and he would be out of here in an instant.
But just after taking a couple of steps, he felt something was wrong, and before he understood what happened, he lost his balance and went tumbling down.
Only when he finally stopped and the pain began to sink in, did Voldemort look down at himself...and noticed that he was missing a leg.