Drabble Wars: Write your character getting into a (physical or verbal) fight with a man, and coming out as the winner.
Chocolate Frog Card: (Silver) Egbert the Egregious: Challenge: Write about a ferocious duel.
Gringotts: Roared, Squeaked, Shouted, Cackled, Sputtered, [Instead of Said], Entrance Gates [Location]
Word Count: 420
"You're making a mistake!" Salazar roared, his arms flung wide to make himself look invincible. With Godric's body crumpled at his feet and not a scratch on Slytherin's person, he was holding up the image well.
"He's finally lost it," Helga squeaked beside Rowena. "He's gone mental."
Rowena resisted a scoff and an eye roll because they had far more important things to worry about. Such as Salazar deciding to kill off all of the other Founders so he could control the whole school and prevent the expansion of students that they had been planning.
"Salazar," Rowena shouted, drawing his attention to her. "Go," she ordered. "Leave, and never come back."
"Rowena," he cackled. "You think you can stop me?" She raised an eyebrow, keeping herself silent which only served to make him more outraged than before. It didn't take him long for his patience to snap and to send a quick volley of red flashes. She deflected them all.
"You're mental, too," Helga sputtered, shuffling away from her fellow Founder.
Rowena ignored her, firing her own stunners back to the wizard, which he shielded easily and wordlessly, a demonstration of his power. He was trying to show off. To her! She was the one who helped him perfect wordless magic.
She distracted him with loud exclaimations as she cast each spell, making it extravagant so he couldn't help but follow her movements and easily dodge or deplete her spells that she sent to him. He'd cast his own back, just without the flair.
Occasionally spells would slip past their shields and would burn, cut or cause boils to erupt on various parts of the body. Rowena was sporting a nick on her left cheek and a burn on her right ankle, whilst her right forearm was home to boils and her stomach had a cut. Salazar was limping, his left foot hanging uselessly beneath him thanks to a numbing charm; he also had burns that scattered his body, one travelling the length of his neck and resting beside his ear whilst thin cuts covered him, making him look as if he'd jumped through a window.
It didn't take her long to have cast a quick spell on his legs, causing him to unbalance and fall, tripping over Godric's still motionless body. His wand clattered out of his hand which Helga summoned immediately before he could rectify the situation.
"Leave, Salazar," Rowena ordered, wincing as she felt her pain increase. "You're no longer welcome here."
He glared before apparating away.