Semifinal : Jameson Vs Mark (2)

Mark stood there, stunned, as Jameson laughed while wiping the sludge off his face. The audience watched in disbelief as Jameson seemed to be taking his defeat in stride.

"Do you think that this sludge can stop me?" Jameson taunted, a mischievous glint in his eye. "You really have no idea who you're dealing with, do you?"

Mark's heart sank as he watched Jameson's body begin to flash a bright red. He knew what was coming next, and he didn't know if he was prepared for it.

Jameson's laughter grew louder as his body continued to glow with a fierce red aura. "I hope you're ready for this, Mark," he said, his voice low and menacing. "Flame Burst!"

A sudden burst of fire exploded from Jameson's body, sending shockwaves throughout the arena. The flames quickly spread, incinerating anything in their path, including the thick sludge that had covered Jameson just moments ago.

Mark's eyes widened in horror as he realized the magnitude of the attack. He knew that he needed to act fast to protect himself. Quickly raising his wand, he shouted, "Water Wall!"

A wall of water materialized in front of Mark, blocking the flames from reaching him. The water hissed and sizzled as it collided with the intense heat of Jameson's attack.

For a moment, it seemed as though the water might evaporate under the flames, but Mark's concentration held firm and the wall held strong.

The audience watched in awe as the water wall held its ground, protecting Mark from Jameson's powerful attack. Jameson, for his part, didn't seem surprised. He simply raised an eyebrow and smirked.

"Well, well, well," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "It seems that you're not as helpless as you appear, Mark. But let's see how long you can hold that water wall."

Mark gritted his teeth, determined to prove Jameson wrong. He knew that he couldn't maintain the water wall forever, but he also knew that he couldn't afford to let his guard down.

As he focused on maintaining the water wall, he began to formulate his next move. He couldn't just wait for Jameson to attack again. He needed to take the initiative.

He quickly scanned his mind for a suitable spell to use. Mud Hand, he thought to himself. It was a simple spell, but it could be effective in this situation.

Without hesitation, he shouted, "Mud Hand!" A large hand made of thick mud emerged from the ground and lunged toward Jameson.

Jameson's eyes widened in surprise as he saw the mud hand coming towards him. He quickly raised his wand and shouted, "Fire Spear!"

A stream of flames shot out from his wand, colliding with the mud hand. The flames sizzled as they came into contact with the mud, but they were quickly extinguished as the mud cooled and hardened.

The mud hand continued to move towards Jameson, undeterred by his attack. Jameson cursed under his breath and quickly dodged out of the way, narrowly avoiding being struck by the mud hand.

The audience watched in amazement as the two mages continued to exchange attacks. It was clear that this was no ordinary mage duel. Both Mark and Jameson were highly skilled and determined to come out on top.

As the duel between Mark and Jameson intensified, the crowd held their breath in anticipation. They could see that both mages were evenly matched, each one determined to win the duel at any cost.

Jameson knew he had to step up his game if he wanted to defeat Mark. He quickly formulated a plan in his mind, and without a moment's hesitation, he raised his wand and shouted, "Inferno Blast!"

A bright burst of fire shot out from his wand, hurtling towards Mark at lightning speed. Mark's eyes widened in surprise as he saw the flame coming toward him. He quickly raised his wand and shouted, "Water Wall!"

A thick wall of water rose up from the ground, creating a barrier between Mark and the inferno blast. For a moment, it seemed like Mark's defense would hold up against Jameson's attack, but the water wall couldn't withstand the intense heat of the inferno blast.

The water began to evaporate as the fire burned through it, creating a steamy mist that filled the air. The audience gasped in shock as they saw the water wall crumbling before their eyes. Mark looked on in horror as he realized that his defense had failed.

Jameson grinned triumphantly as he saw his spell taking effect. He knew that victory was within his grasp. The inferno blast continued to barrel toward Mark, who was now defenseless.

Mark tried to move out of the way, but it was too late. The inferno blast hit him with full force, knocking him off his feet and sending him flying across the arena. The impact was so powerful that Mark was knocked out cold.

The audience erupted into cheers and applause as Jameson was declared the winner of the duel. Jameson smiled with satisfaction as he walked towards Mark's unconscious body, knowing that he had emerged victorious.

As Jameson walked away from the arena, his satisfaction quickly turned into arrogance. He couldn't resist mocking Levi, who was watching from the sidelines, after defeating his friend Mark. "You are next Levi. I will see you in the final," Jameson taunted, laughing at his own cleverness.

Without a second thought, Levi ignored Jameson and rushed toward Mark's unconscious body. The arena was now empty, except for a few officials who were trying to revive Mark.

Levi's heart was pounding with worry as he knelt beside his friend. Mark's face was pale and his breathing was shallow. Levi gently shook Mark's shoulders, trying to wake him up. "Mark, wake up. Are you okay?" Levi asked with concern.

Mark groaned and slowly opened his eyes. He looked confused and disoriented for a moment, but then recognition dawned on his face. "Levi, what happened? Did I lose?" Mark asked, looking around the empty arena.

Levi nodded solemnly. "Yes, Jameson won. But don't worry about that right now. You took a hard hit. Let's get you to the healer," Levi said, helping Mark to his feet.

Together, they walked towards the exit of the arena. The officials followed closely behind, making sure that Mark was stable enough to walk. The healer's tent was set up just outside the arena, and it wasn't long before they arrived.

The healer was a middle-aged woman with kind eyes and a gentle voice. She examined Mark carefully, asking him questions about his symptoms and checking his vitals. After a few minutes, she determined that Mark had suffered a concussion and needed rest.

"You should stay here for the night, just to be on the safe side. I will give you a potion that will help you sleep and reduce the swelling in your head," the healer said, mixing a small vial of liquid.

Mark nodded, too tired and in pain to argue. Levi stayed by his side, holding his hand and offering words of comfort. He couldn't bear to see his friend in such pain and a vulnerable state.

Levi felt a surge of anger and determination. He knew that he had to defeat Jameson in the final duel, not just for himself, but also for Mark. He couldn't let Jameson get away with his cruel behavior.