Marik

Marik found himself yawning again for probably the eleventh time that day since the first task had begun. He had been hoping in the days prior to today that he would get to see a lot of thrilling action throughout this task. So far the biggest threat to him the task had posed was when he sneezed randomly while carving the third rune for Harry and nearly messed up a line. He could just about imagine image how much hell Hermione would have gave him if he had been knocked out by his own exploding rune during the task because of a sneeze. He shook his head at the scary thought.

By this point in the first task all Marik had done was carve three runes, which had only taken a few minutes. The rest of the time he just waited inside one of the shadows of a pillar bordering their base with his shadow magic. He was sure Hermione had come across some action along her way to the center. The loud sound of spells colliding with something had echoed throughout the thick layers of trees after only a few minutes in. From the constant sound of spells that were still echoing throughout the trees whatever or whomever she had come across she was still dealing with. Hopefully she could deal with whatever it was or at least hold it off long enough until Harry got there.

It seemed that Harry had also had some action. Marik was excited to hear how on earth someone is able to leave someone else a troll and was looking forward to hearing the rest of Harry's story later.

I want to leave someone a troll. He thought to himself as he again fought the battle against boredom, which to this point had been his toughest opponent. Well, boredom and the yawning.

It took a lot of his mental strength to maintain focus whilst just remaining hidden motionless in the same spot for minutes on end. He desperately wanted to charge towards the center of the arena and help out Harry and Hermione. The prospect of a duel with another champion was the only thing keeping him from coming up with an excuse to get out of Harry's plan and do just that. Also, Hermione would kill him if he allowed someone to steal their scroll box, and the fear of that was enough to keep him from any sort of mutiny.

He started to count the stone bricks on the floor of the base around him after another few minutes of boredom. He made it all the way up to one-hundred-and-thirty-seven when he heard a twig snap from somewhere out in the forest. Not wanting to blow his cover, he remained hidden inside the shadow he was in, but carefully checked his surroundings. Whatever had snapped the twig apparently had realised that they had been too loud and were remaining hidden at the moment. He continued to patiently scan their base from his shadow, looking for anything out of the sort.

After a few moments of seeing nothing, though, a glimmer caught his eye, it was a disillusioned person, and a poorly disillusioned one at that. He smiled as it seemed he was finally, at last, going to get some of that action he had been craving.

Here we fucking go! He internally screamed in an excited anticipation.

As the somewhat invisible person crept further into their base his smile grew even wider. Even with the disillusionment charm on, the longer he looked at the figure the more he could make out who the person was. From the style of the robes, the person's height, and the length of the hair this invisible person was none other than Alina's boyfriend Dedrick, one of Durmstrang's Champions.

Oh I am going to so enjoy this.

Moving his shadow along the ground he slithered like the Slytherin snake he was quickly off towards Dedrick. Positioning his shadow behind the Durmstrang Champion, in a quick burst of a black-shadowy smoke he shot out from the shadow on the ground and into the air. Spinning himself as he rose in the air, he swung his body around until he landed a powerful kick at high speeds right into the back of the bastard's head. Dedrick's body lost its disillusioned effect and went flying a few feet across their base onto the ground landing with a loud thud as he collided with the cobbled stones. Marik quickly jumped back into the shadows before the giant ass could get back to his feet and see what had hit him.

Marik couldn't help the smile that had again come to his face as he watched Dedrick's confused expression as he turned around and did not see the person who had kicked him here. Marik lined his shadow up again, this time in front of the boy and readied himself. This time he would get a good punch in on the boy instead of a kick. He had been wanting to land a good punch on this asshole since the first time he had seen him and now was his chance to do it and get away with it.

After all he didn't have a wand on him, what else was he supposed to do. He smiled at the good excuse to get another free melee shot on the punk and again shot out from his shadow in a burst of magic.

His fist landed square on Dedrick's nose and a loud crack echoed around them. Marik landed on his own two feet behind the boy and smiled as he watched Dedrick groaned out in pain. Marik could have cast a spell then and there quickly to end things, but he wanted to enjoy this a little longer. This may be the only action he might get today, he had the right to play with his food a little.

Sorry, but not sorry Alina.

"Episkey." Marik heard Dedrick cast the healing spell on his nose in a muffled bloody tone as another snap rang through the air. The boy turned and faced him, his wand raised and his face bloody, looking pissed. Marik just grinned in return, enjoying this way too much. "Rainovio!" the Durmstrang champion angrily shouted the lightning storm spell at him. While the spell was a powerful one, and would send down at least ten powerful lightning bolts down towards him, it was a spell he could have easily dealt with even back in his third year.

Flitwick had used weather spells on him countless times during their dueling sessions. If Marik would have had his wand he would of just summoned a simple shield to block the bolts, but since he did not have his wand he went with the flashier approach of defense. As each bolt came crashing down to the ground Marik like a wisp of smoke turned and fell into the shadow's of the base and popped out somewhere else in the base. He did this with each crashing bolt and after each one his grin grew wider and wider as he watched Dedrick's face get angrier and angrier. The blood all over Dedrick's face from his previously broken nose only made things better.

When the last bolt of lightning struck the ground Marik lined up himself inside his shadows to make another attack. In another quick burst of shadow magic he sprung up behind Dedrick's ankles and did a spinning kick at the Durmstrang boy's feet. As Dedrick was tripped and began falling to the ground Marik popped back into his shadows and popped back out on the other side of the base. His cheeks were starting to hurt from grinning so much. He just stood there and waited for Dedrick to get back up to his feet, giving him a sarcastic yawn as the Durmstrang champion did.

Merlin's beard this was so much fun!

"Expulso, tempesta!" As soon as he was back on his feet Dedrick fired two more powerful spells his way. Marik focused his magic into his left arm, and specifically on his sorbeo rune-tattoo. Just as Dedrick's explosion spell and high powered storm-magic spell closed in on him, instead of impacting with his body, his sorbeo spell activated and both of the spells passed right through him, and collided with the forest behind him. Before Dedrick got off another spell Marik again focused his magic into his left arm, this time on his rensa maho rune-tattoo.

A thick black chain conjured itself in his left hand and in a flash he sent it towards his opponent. The chain's end wrapped around one of Dedrick's arms. Marik swung the chain with all his strength and sent Dedrick flying across the base into one of the remaining ruin pillars.

The pillar exploded into dust and rubble upon the collision. Dedrick's body crashed with a loud snap again as it landed with a thud onto the ground.

Stand up please, stand up please, stand up please. He thought hopefully to himself, wanting to have a little more fun with the boy. After a few seconds Dedrick thankfully stood up, Marik noted his left arm was hanging loosely from his side.

Oops. He thought to himself, not really feeling sorry though.

"Venomosio, acusio, displodo!" In a fury of rage the Durmstrang champion sent a powerful spell combo at Marik. The first spell Marik did not recognize, but the other two spells he knew well. A green, almost liquid like substance, shot at high speeds from Dedrick's wand with his first spell. Before it got close enough Marik focused his magic into the protego-totalum rune-tattoo on his left arm and summoned a large shield around himself. The green liquid exploded around his shield and he could see as it landed on the ground that it was burning everything it touched like acid.

So we are playing dirty like that huh?

If Dedrick's first spell wasn't a dirty enough spell, his second spell was a spell that Bellatrix Lestrange had tried to use on him. So that meant it had to be considered a dirty spell, at least in his book. Hundreds of needles came flying at Marik like bullets. Marik just poured more of his magic into his left arm and kept his shield up around him as all of the needles collided with it along with Dedrick's third spell, which was a powerful burst magic spell. Marik winced a little at the impact of the powerful blast spell hit his shield but he managed to maintain his protection. After the third spell collided with his shield, Marik went back to work, ready to have some more fun with the poor boy.

Imagining the spell combo in his mind he poured more magic into his left arm. This time he had chosen to utilize his silencio, incarcerous, and his offensive umbrosio spells. He felt his arm begin to tingle with magic as the spells erupted out from his arm. The first spell was a silencing spell which interrupted the current spell Dedrick was trying to cast and would keep him from casting any more spells, unless Dedrick knew how to silently cast spells or break free from the silencio spell. With the skill Dedrick was showing at the moment, the odds of him breaking free seemed slim to none.

With Marik's second spell he conjured ten ropes out of his hand that shot at incredible speeds to wrap themselves around Dedrick. As soon as the ropes finished wrapping themselves around the bastard Marik gave them a hard tug and pulled Dedrick towards him and into the air. Right as Dedrick got within five feet of him, Marik raised his left hand and released his offensive umbrosio spell.

Though not as powerful as when he cast the spell with a wand, the offensive shadow-magic spell erupted a raging beam of dark, black magic from his hand, straight at Dedrick's chest. In a massive release of black magical energy, the spell collided square in the chest of the rope-entangled Durmstrang champion. Dedrick's body was sent flying backwards at high speeds into the depths of the forest. After Dedrick's body soared just out of Marik's sight, Marik heard a loud thud as Dedrick's body had apparently collided with something.

A loud audible sigh escaped his lips as he waited to see if Dedrick was down for the count or not. He stood there hoping that the champion had just a little more left in the tank and would walk out from the forest at any moment. Alas, though, it was not meant to be and once again the forest around their base had become quiet.

Giving himself a well deserved pat on the back Marik allowed the grin and smile that was sprouting on his face to let itself loose. After basking in the moment for a few more seconds he slipped back into his shadows, content with the action he had finally gotten and feeling more happy on the inside than he had all school year.

Time to count more bricks.

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