Dueling: Harry Vs. Voldemort

Part 3:

"Fool…" Voldemort said as he watched Harry smiling at him.

"Really, then why is the fool beating you." Harry replied in a cocky tone of voice.

Voldemort erupted and charged at Harry with his sword in full swinging motion from the top of his head to the front. Harry ducked and rolled off to the side and swung his knee right into the mid section of Voldemort making him lose grip of his sword. The ground clanged with jade and diamond as the sword hit the ground and titling over the edge then free falling down the side of the arena. Wasting no time in having Voldemort in this position Harry brought his palm up into the jaw line knocking Voldemort right his feet. Voldemort was still stunned after to consecutive blows to the stomach and head as Harry lifted up his leg and brought down with all his force onto Voldemort's chest. The sound of cracking branches came from the blow telling the world that the dark side had just taken a huge blow. Harry moved back from his assault and let Voldemort stumble up and move to the other side of the arena while holding his rib cage.

"Give up?" Harry asked as he finally brought his blades out again.

Voldemort looked back at Harry and just spat out a large amount of blood onto the ground.

"Never…" Voldemort said trying to stand straight up, but it was not use, Voldemort now knew that Harry could have his way with him and there wasn't a soul in sight to stop him. Yet Voldemort stood there proud and tall making sure that he isn't going to go down with out a fight to the finish. Harry stood there once again, just watching Voldemort wince like a baby boy with a booboo on his knee. Like a flash of blinding light Harry wasted not time in unleashing the final assault upon Voldemort. Caught by surprise Voldemort couldn't respond fast enough to do anything to block his attacks. Harry slammed his fist straight into the chest of Voldemort making him cry out in pain, and then with a back flip Harry slammed his heel into the head of Voldemort. Voldemort crying out in pain as he bounced on the ground hearing his bones crack everywhere on his body. Slowly wheezing surrounded the now silent arena Voldemort laid on the ground. Harry slowly moved back to his side of the arena and watched Voldemort hesitantly stand up again. Spitting out more blood and coughing up blood told that Voldemort was going to die any ways.

"Give up yet?" Harry said in a cocky tone of voice.

"Never…" In a harsh and rash voice Voldemort.