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Chapter 19: Dance of the Devil and the Beasts
The troll’s fist came down like a falling oak.
Jack didn’t dodge.
He met it.
[Ko: 100% Aura to Fists]
The collision shook the courtyard. Stone cracked beneath Jack’s boots as his arms screamed in protest—muscles, tendons, bones all howling under the weight of thirty tons of raw, stupid power.
“Ha…HA!” Jack’s laugh was wild, breathless, as he skidded back ten feet, his heels carving trenches in the flagstones.
Draco: ‘Merlin’s balls. He’s actually laughing. That punch would’ve turned me into a grease stain on the floor. And he’s—he’s enjoying this?’
The troll blinked its beady eyes, confused. Its tiny brain couldn’t comprehend why the squishy human wasn’t paste.
Jack flexed his fingers. 4.8 tons of natural strength. 9.6 with aura. Not enough to match. But—
“Not a game of strength,” he murmured, rolling his shoulders. “A game of tags.”
—
The second troll swung its club in a wide, lazy arc—slow as a sinking ship, powerful enough to crater a wall.
Jack stepped inside the swing, so close he could smell the rot between the troll’s teeth.
[Ryu: 70% Defense / 30% Attack]
His palm struck the troll’s wrist—not to hurt, but to redirect. The club’s momentum twisted, crashing into the first troll’s kneecap with a crunch of breaking bone.
Theodore: ‘That’s not dueling. That’s not even fighting. It’s… it’s like watching a theater. Every move calculated to make the monsters play themselves.’
The injured troll howled, its leg bending at a sick angle. Jack was already gone—flipping over a wild backhand, his robes fluttering like a bat’s wings.
—
Jack’s fist cracked against the smallest troll’s ribs.
No effect.
His knuckles thudded against its throat.
Nothing.
“Tch.” He backflipped over a grasping hand, landing lightly on a shattered pillar. Their skin’s like dragonhide.
Gemma (Unseen, From the Shadows): What kind of monster is this—
No wand. No spells. Just… hands. And that magic—since when can wizards do that?
…Why is Malfoy here?!
The largest troll lunged, its gaping maw aiming to swallow Jack whole.
He jumped—not away, but into the mouth—
—and kicked off the troll’s lower jaw with both feet, flipping backward as the beast’s teeth snapped shut on empty air.
Draco (Whispering, Unaware of Gemma Behind Him): “Did you see that?! He fucking—”
A hand closed on his ear.
“MALFOY,” Gemma hissed, her voice trembling with fury. “WHAT THE HELL—”
Then—
CRACK!
Jack’s spinning heel kick connected with the injured troll’s temple.
[Bungee Gum: Sticky Aura Applied]
The beast’s head snapped sideways—
—and kept going, the elastic aura yanking it off its feet.
All 8,000 pounds of troll left the ground, flipping end-over-end before crashing through the courtyard wall in an explosion of dust and debris.
Silence.
Then—
Theodore (Hoarse): “…Okay. Now I’m impressed.”
Gemma’s grip on Draco’s ear went slack.
Jack landed lightly, golden eyes gleaming in the moonlight.
“Round two?”