The briefcase sent out a massive shock wave of energy with a loud 'KA-BOOM', the still twisting blue sparks getting flung outwards along with it. Harry instinctively made an X with his arms, causing a hasty blue shield to flicker to life just in time to get the worst of the shock wave, but the momentum still managed to send him flying. Acting fast, he turned his impromptu take off into a three point roll, and came up standing, face mere inches from the wall.
He immediately looked for Rose. She was lying on the floor, a dome of pink energy covering her. Her eyes were closed. He ran over to her and knelt down. Please don't be hurt. As he tried to touch the shield, it flickered out and Rose opened her eyes. Harry let out a breath that he didn't realize he had been holding.
"Please tell me you're okay," Harry said as she sat up stiffly.
"I'm fine, managed to get down fast enough," she answered, giving him a smile.
"Oh...you went for that spell...I just straight up shielded against it and uh...."
"...got flung across the room," she finished.
"Well...not flung...more like uh...."
"I would love to wait till you figure out a synonym, but we have a dirt king to catch," she said, scrambling to her feet.
"Oh right! Where did that man go?"
"Well, wherever he went, he took the briefcase," Rose said.
Harry spun around sharply. The briefcase was indeed gone. Dang...dude is good.
"Think he teleported?" he asked.
"Not likely....if I remember right that spell he used was a general scrambler which means..."
"....none of us are going to be teleporting for at least an hour. Then he must be close."
" Come on then let's get out of here...also the last time I checked the hand movement for the shield spell was a circle, when did it become an X?" she asked, suspiciously.
"Wakanda Forever!!" shouted Harry in reply, before charging out the window and jumping off the balcony. He concentrated, and soon he was soaring along as an eagle, scanning the area for any sign of a blue shirt.
He looked back to check on Rose. She was riding on top of an air cushion, following a few feet behind him.
After a few seconds of flying, thanks to his eyesight as an eagle, he saw the dirt king. He was a speck of blue running across the roof of a building next to the park. Harry transformed back into a human, splaying out his hand to create an air cushion.
'HE'S ON TOP OF THE BUILDING!!" he yelled as he brought his hands together and dived down towards the roof. Behind him, Rose nodded and dived down after him.
As the two of them landed, the dirt king was already jumping onto the next roof. Well...time to bust out the fancy parkour. Harry wasted no time in giving chase.
The man turned. He sent two black curses at them as he quickened his pace.
Harry glowed a bright blue as he slashed his way right through the spell while Rose’s pink shield absorbed the curse headed for her. She fired off her own spell chain; a tripping spell, bone breaker and blood boiler.
The dirt king clamped his hands together and the air around him flickered with light. The spell chain hit it and bounced back. He leapt into the air, over two rooftops, turning in mid air to fire a wall of water. He hit the ground and rolled, slamming his palm, glowing an eerie midnight black, against the roof. He resumed running, as the rooftop began to bubble, liquid concrete rising up and solidifying.
Harry summoned up his own personal light show, intending to deflect it back at the man, but the deflected spell careened off to the side. Oh dang...that scrambler did a bit more than the usual.
He managed to dart out of the way of the wall of water and turned to see Rose meet it head on with a stream of fire. There was an almighty hiss and a giant column of steam erupted where the two spells met. Rose rolled under it and landed on the roof behind him.
The concrete began to turn into several large creatures. An actual dragon. Holy Macaroni. But wait? SQUIRRELS? Seriously? A pack of ten squirrels and one large dragon snarled at them in unison.
"I'll handle them, you stay on his tail," said Rose, sizing up the creatures.
“I don’t like it but we do have to catch him today,” agreed Harry, nodding reluctantly.
"I'll be fine," she said, giving him a small smile. She turned towards the creatures and concentrated. A large shield flared to life. The creatures charged.
Harry charged right at the largest one, the dragon. He waited until the last second before launching off the ground and landing right on the dragon's head. A whispered spell and he took off, flying across the next roof.
Harry landed with a thump, now only one roof behind the frantically running dirt king. Concrete creatures? Try this Mr. Dirt. He waved his hand and a big blob of ice shot off, elongating into a long thin spike. It hurtled after the man.
The dirt king ducked the spike hurtling after him. Come on spell. Please work. Skewer me a dirt man. The spike suddenly stopped in midair, changed direction and headed straight back at the man. Yes! The man pointed at the rooftop in front of him waving his hands. A wave of cheese appeared out of the rooftop and garnished the spike with cheesy goodness. Is that mozarella? The cheese is this guy doing? No wait...probably that scrambler. That was probably meant to be a wall. The man ran behind a satellite dish mounted on the wall. The spike followed.
Harry managed to catch up as the man proceeded to do a credible impression of a ballet dance as he dodged the spike's repeated attempts to skewer him. While the man was distracted with that, Harry took the time to look back at Rose.
The dragon was now a large stone sculpture that was missing a head. The squirrels however, were only sporting several large cuts. No scorch marks were to be seen. It looked like Rose had been trying not to use blasting hexes. Guess she doesn’t want to leave a hole in the roof. As he watched, she managed to decapitate several of the squirrels and vaulted over the rest of them. She was panting heavily and moving a lot stiffer than normal, which concerned him. Must be the bandages. Suddenly, there was a sudden increase in the surrounding heat.
Harry whirled around to see that his spike had been incinerated. He immediately had to duck as a barrage of black curses flew at him. Harry returned fire, firing off several lightning bolts, and rolling away. The man conjured a small shield on his arm and batted them aside although he appeared to be tiring. The dirt king was panting heavily, like he’d just run a mile. That’s unusual. Unless that was a diagnostic sequence that he was casting earlier.
Still trying to catch his breath, the man didn’t fire back. Harry took the opportunity to size him up, mentally running through his list of attacks. The dirt king appeared to be doing the same as the two of them walked around in a circle like two boxers about to start their fight. Hmm...do I surprise him or do I just stall long enough to Rose to get here?
Before he could come to a decision, gunfire rang out and he was suddenly very thankful for the level five armor as two bullets struck him on the side. As it was, it still hurt like hell. That's going to leave a mark. He turned to see three attackers, carrying assault rifles, land on the rooftop. Is that...lightning lady? He didn't have much time to figure that out as he immediately erected a large blue shield and ran for the satellite dish to find cover. Harry risked a glance at the dirt king. He was using the briefcase as a makeshift shield and it was blocking everything. However, as Harry watched one of the bullets hit him right in the thigh. It didn’t pierce the cloth but it was enough to make him stumble and drop the briefcase. Well we’re not the only ones who thought of armor. He bent down to pick up the fallen case but a hail of gunfire prevented him from touching it. The man scrambled towards the same satellite dish Harry was headed for.
The woman, by now Harry was positive that it was the lighting lady, walked up to the fallen briefcase and put her foot on it.
"I believe this belongs to me," she said.
"Absolutely not," replied the dirt king as he ducked behind the satellite dish," that belongs to the Order of Wesemonesas."
Harry came up on the satellite dish and hesitated for a second. Do I become Swiss Cheese or risk being this close to dirt man? Another round of gunfire decided it for him.
"Not anymore it doesn’t," replied the woman, keeping her gun trained on the satellite dish, her men copying her actions,” not to them, not to anyone else.”
"But you..." began the dirt king but was cut off by gunfire.
“Shut up!!" she shot back.
Harry watched all of this unfold with no small amount of confusion. Dirt king was staring accusingly at the woman, who was rapidly paling. This is escalating quickly.
"You’re..." began the man again only to be cut off by another hail of gunfire.
"Crap. Crap. Crap," mumbled Harry. Oh Rose please get over here fast. This cover isn't going to hold for long.
The woman leveled a glare at them. She picked up the case and turned to her two henchmen. "Kill these two! I have to ensure this gets back.” She turned on her heel and vanished in a flash of green light.
The men raised their guns.