Sorry it's taken me about 2 weeks to update this story...I have to say though I'm generally pretty good when it comes to this story...but it's been a hectic few weeks! Thanks to everyone who reviewed the last chapter; the reviews made me very happy! Everyone please review again. Enjoy!
Sure enough, the Gardanian army gathered the next day with Joseph at their head, though Riordan was still nowhere within sight.
Felicity stepped out ahead of the rest of the army; Joseph would try and find her magical weakness and then launch an attack on the waiting Narnian army.
Joseph started to walk towards her, and so she did the same, walking towards him until the two stood with one metre of sand between them, each waiting for the other to make the first move.
Without him noticing Felicity heated the moisture in the air around him, bringing him out in a sudden sweat. Recognising it as her doing he retaliated, making fire stream out in a blast towards her from his hand. Immediately without so much as a flutter of her eyelashes Felicity counteracted him, gathering and throwing water at him from her own hands in a split second. His fire extinguished he next attacked her from below, making flames burst up from the group underneath her, but she had foreseen his attack and was holding the moisture in the sand as ice. She felt him trying to fight through and intensified her efforts whilst making the sand underneath him turn to ice. As she'd hoped he immediately slipped, falling to all fours, his concentration was broken and Felicity was able to momentarily rest.
His ego dented, he heated the ice back to sand and stood back up, this time making his fire spiral around her, whipping her hair and dress violently as it encased her tightly, hiding her from view.
Back with the Narnian army Peter gasped, his concentration as tight as Felicity's as he sought to see her, panicking at the thought of losing her.
Suddenly the spiral of fire exploded into nothing and Peter was able to see Felicity again. She lowered her arms as both remained motionless.
Joseph had one more go at bettering her but she counteracted him with a flick of her wrist before it became apparent what he was going to do.
"So, the pretty girl knows a thing or two about fighting." Joseph taunted, but his heart wasn't in it. Just as Felicity had assumed; he was a boy used to girls simpering around him and begging him for his attention. He didn't like the fact that Felicity was indifferent to his looks, and that she was more handsome than him.
Felicity smiled; he was like a stereo-typical film character, shallow and easy to predict. "You just wish I loved you instead of Peter and was married to you instead of Riordan."
He turned without a word and began to walk back to the Gardanian army and Felicity did the same, a triumphant and nervous look on her face.
"Well?" Peter asked, from his position he'd been unable to tell if the two had exchanged words.
"I won. I'm stronger than him." She said with a small smile. Her victory had been the confidence boost she needed.
"What happens now?" Peter asked frantically as he stared straight ahead at the motionless figure of Joseph.
"Now he attacks the army." She replied; her small glow of triumph fading as she prepared herself to protect Narnia's citizens.
Immediately flames flared up below the feet of the Narnian army, but Felicity extinguished them by pulling water from the sea so quickly that very few Narnians were scorched.
"Should we attack?" Peter asked her as he waited for Joseph to act again.
She shook her head without taking her eyes off the small form of Joseph opposing her. "It's easier to defend the army when they're all together."
Fire snaked out of Joseph's hands, gradually winding its way towards the Narnians and creating the same spiral it had done only moment previously with Felicity. Using the same sea water she encased the Narnians in a globe made of the water and filled with air. The fire sizzled around them as it died against the water.
Felicity's brow was furrowed in concentration as she made thousands of tendrils of water snake around each Narnian, surrounding them in a watery web whilst still allowing them to live. All of the Narnians froze as the water twined around them, afraid to touch the magical water.
The Gardanian army began to advance now as Joseph tried to make fire appear in the air around the Narnians but found his plan ruined by Felicity's forethought as his fires went out instantly.
She lowered her tiring defence of the Narnian army and took a moment to breath, allowing Peter to support her.
She was relieved to find that Joseph really wasn't inventive in his attacking methods. If he continued to be so obvious she'd easily be able to block his attack no matter what angle it came from.
She encased Joseph in a mass of moving water, blocking him from view. Suddenly icicles as strong as steel and as sharp as a needles burst out of the sand. Each only inches from its neighbouring icicle, the deadly spikes quickly spread over the sand towards the approaching army, disappearing into their midst and causing most with weak-soled boots to scream in pain as their feet were pierced straight through.
The water encasing Joseph evaporated into steam and he attacked Felicity personally now, seeing it as the quickest method to disperse the icicles. Sure enough, Felicity's concentration was broken as fireballs much bigger than she'd expected were hurled at her.
He threw five; each one only slightly smaller than Peter's room, and she was forced to pull as much of the sea water out as she could to create a chute that seemed to swallow the fireballs, extinguishing the huge balls of fire slowly. The chute wasn't enough to extinguish them completely and Felicity had to direct the chute so that the fireballs ended up in the sea, unable to harm anyone.
Both were physically fatigued from their efforts and took a moment to repose themselves, breathing heavily and sagging tiredly. But Felicity had Peter to rush to her side and support her physically and mentally whilst Joseph had no-one; only General Timmond who was a stranger to him.
The General held Joseph up and ordered another soldier to support him from the other side whilst Peter wrapped his arms around Felicity and held her, supporting her body by himself.
"That's enough." He whispered as she tried to catch her breath; to him, she was worth more than all of Narnia. He was fighting to keep Narnia, but also for Felicity. If he failed, she'd be captured by Riordan, and he couldn't let that happen, no matter what the cost. But at the same time; it'd all be worthless if he allowed her to fight to the death. Felicity heard the love in Peter's voice and for a moment she wanted more than anything to give up, to simply curl up in her bed in England and have only exams to worry about; not the lives of thousands.
The sunlight reflected off something golden in the Gardanian army and suddenly she felt filled with strength; no the magical kind but the mental kind. She felt strong enough now to fight with only her mind. Finally, she shook her head at Peter. She was stronger than Joseph.
Still being supported by Peter she clenched her fist. She'd realised that the way to defeat Joseph was one of the simplest; it was something she'd been doing to Gardanians as soon as her magic had returned.
The blood in Joseph began to boil. He let out a strangled cry as he found himself unable to act to defend himself; too tired to attack Felicity his power was useless when confronted with heat. His cry was cut short as his skin flushed pink and the light in his eyes died.
Felicity sagged even further in Peter's arms, her brow lined with sweat at her exertions and her mind exhausted.
"Done it." She managed to gasp.
Peter picked her up and let her loll her head against his shoulder as he began to walk back to Cair Paravel.
"It is done. The enemy magician is dead." He called out to his army as a dismissal. There would be no more fighting for the day. They let out a raucous cheer and began to create a dividing line between them all to allow Peter to pass with Felicity.
They cheered her as Peter carried her past and she managed to give a smile, though her eyes were barely open.