Beaten
With my wand gripped tightly in my hand, I slowly took a step forward. My heart was beating in my throat at I peered around the corner. I could barely breathe. There he was, his wand raised in defence, ready to strike. I only had a seconds warning before he whipped the wood around and sent a curse flying in my direction. Jumping back around the corner, I took a deep breath. I knew I didn't have a lot of time, but I needed to make a choice. Stay and fight, or try to run? Either would be very dangerous – as he was known for his speed spells, and turning your back on someone was always a risky move.
Taking a few steps from my hiding place, I readied myself for the onslaught of his spells. I knew any moment he would round the corner and he would find me. All the worrying about which decision was the right one had wasted any time I had – the only choice was to stand strong. But as I waited there, I started to question if he was as close as I'd thought. Shouldn't he have rounded the corner by now? I asked myself, quite confused. As more time passed I started to get suspicious; was he even coming at all? Throwing caution to the wind, I walked back to the corner, my wand ready. I leaned around the corner, ready to dodge any onslaught of spells. But there was none.
There he was, just lying on the ground, his mouth still open slightly. A part of me was worried enough to check if he was breathing, which he was. He was just unconscious.
"Who did this?" I whispered softly, looking around. That's when I saw my best friend down the opposite end of the hall; a stupid smirk on her face.
'You're Welcome!' she mouthed, cocking her head to the side. I just shook my head. I cannot believe he was beaten so easily.
A/N: Words – 332
Almerick Sawbridge (B) – "During your story, someone is victorious in either a physical or verbal fight."