Albus/Gellert - Power
Flashes of red and green light bounced off well-timed shielding charms as they each tried to best the other in a duel of equal match. They had been in this situation before and it had ended in his opponent leaving without waiting to finish; this time – this time – he vowed that it would be different. He would see this man beg at his feet and he would show no mercy; he would fight ruthlessly and use every ounce of his pent up rage to turn the battle to his favour.
In the end, that was his downfall.
His wand was torn from his grasp, flying in a graceful arc straight to the awaiting hand of the man standing across from him. He fell to his knees in utter defeat, head bowed, waiting for the end to come. The cool, wet grass soaked the knees of his trousers, and still nothing happened. It was only when he began to lose feeling in his legs that he dared to look up and into the bright blue eyes of his opponent.
The man stared down at him, exuding power from his very being, his face the epitome of calm and controlled aggression. In that moment he honestly expects to die; there is no reason for this man to spare his life, what they had together had long since passed, but still... nothing.
It seemed as if they would be left in this abandoned field locked in place for all eternity – there was no one left who was willing to jump in between them and force them apart. The moment seemed to last for an eternity, neither daring to move; one wandless and dangerous, the other armed and vulnerable.
For a brief moment, he thought they were going to stay frozen like this whilst the world moved on around them; two statues in an ever changing world. But finally – finally – his opponent moved, his wand flicking in an action that was surely meant to kill him.
Instead, he was left to rot in a prison of his own making.