Mark and John were still exchanging spells, their wands flicking back and forth as they tried to gain the upper hand. The audience watched with bated breath, eager to see who would come out on top in this intense battle.
Mark conjured up more spells, trying to catch John off guard. "Mud Ball!" he shouted, and a large ball of mud flew through the air toward John.
John quickly cast a shield spell, and the mud ball bounced harmlessly off the invisible barrier. "Nice try, Mark," he taunted.
Mark gritted his teeth and continued to circle John. He knew that he needed to stay focused and not let John get inside his head.
"You know, Mark, I don't think you're cut out for this," John said a sly grin on his face. "Maybe you should stick to something a little less dangerous, like knitting."
Mark ignored the jibe and focused on the task at hand. He knew that John was trying to distract him and get him to make a mistake.
Suddenly, John launched a particularly powerful spell at Mark. Mark barely managed to dodge it, and the spell hit the wall behind him, causing a shower of sparks to rain down on the arena.
"That was close," Mark muttered to himself.
"You're getting sloppy, Mark," John said, a hint of satisfaction in his voice. "I think it's time for you to admit defeat."
Mark shook his head. "I'm not giving up yet," he said, his voice steady. "I still have a few tricks up my sleeve."
With that, Mark launched a series of spells at John, each one more complex than the last. John tried to deflect them, but Mark was too quick for him.
The two mages continued to battle it out, their spells flying back and forth. The audience watched with amazement, marveling at the skill and precision of these two powerful mages.
Mark knew he needed to make a move if he wanted to end the fight. He took a deep breath and focused all his energy on conjuring up his strongest spell.
"Gigantic Clay Hand!" he shouted, his wand shooting out a beam of light that coalesced into a massive hand made of clay.
The hand surged forward towards John, who barely managed to dodge out of the way. The hand slammed into the ground, sending tremors through the arena.
John only smiled when he saw the spell. "Do you think I don't know about this?" he said, his voice laced with confidence. "I have watched you use this spell earlier."
John quickly raised his wand and muttered a spell under his breath. "Take this, Wind Spear!" he shouted.
A beam of wind shot out from John's wand, forming into the shape of a sharp spear. The spear flew through the air with deadly accuracy, hurtling towards Mark's clay hand.
Mark's eyes widened as he saw the spear coming towards him. He knew he had to act fast if he wanted to avoid being hit.
With a quick flick of his wand, Mark tried to deflect the spear. But it was too late. The spear pierced through the clay hand with ease, causing it to crumble into a pile of dirt.
The audience gasped as they watched the spectacle unfold. They had never seen such an intense battle before, and the stakes were getting higher with every passing moment.
Mark stumbled backward, his eyes wide with disbelief. He couldn't believe that one of his strongest spells had been so easily defeated.
John smirked, enjoying his moment of triumph. "Looks like the game is over, Mark," he said, his voice dripping with arrogance.
But Mark refused to give up. He took a deep breath and focused all his energy on conjuring up another spell. "Do you think that you can win after destroying my Gigantic Clay Hand? Now let me show you, Sludge Cannon!" he shouted, pointing his wand at John.
A jet of thick, slimy sludge shot out of Mark's wand, hurtling towards John at a breakneck speed. John tried to dodge the sludge, but it was too late. The sludge hit him full force, covering him from head to toe in a disgusting gooey mess.
The audience erupted into cheers and applause, impressed by Mark's quick thinking and determination. Mark smiled, feeling a surge of confidence as he saw John struggling to get the sludge off of him.
But John wasn't one to give up easily. He took a deep breath and focused all his energy on his next spell. "You think that's enough to stop me? Think again, Mark. Take this, Wind Blade!" he shouted, pointing his wand at Mark.
But John wasn't one to give up easily. He took a deep breath and focused all his energy on his next spell. "You think that's enough to stop me? Think again, Mark. Take this, Wind Blade!" he shouted, pointing his wand at Mark.
A gust of wind shot out of John's wand, forming a sharp blade. The blade sliced through the air, heading straight toward Mark.
Mark quickly summoned a shield spell, and the wind blade bounced harmlessly off the protective barrier.
The audience gasped in amazement as they watched Mark's shield spell deflect John's Wind Blade with ease. Mark grinned, feeling a surge of excitement as he realized he had the upper hand.
But something strange began to happen to John. The sludge that Mark had hit him with earlier was suddenly getting heavier and thicker, weighing him down and making it difficult for him to move or cast spells.
John staggered backward, struggling to keep his balance. His wand hand trembled as he tried to conjure up another spell, but nothing came out.
The referee watched John with a concerned expression, knowing that something was wrong. "John, are you alright?" he asked.
John gritted his teeth, trying to summon up his strength. "I'm fine," he replied, his voice strained.
But it was clear to everyone in the arena that John was not fine. He was covered in thick, slimy sludge, and he could barely stand up straight.
Mark saw his opponent's weakness and seized the opportunity. He took a deep breath and focused all his energy on his next spell. "This is the end for you, John. Take this, Water Bolt!" he shouted, pointing his wand at John.
A surge of water shot out of Mark's wand, forming into a bolt of blue energy. The bolt flew through the air, hurtling towards John with deadly force.
John tried to dodge the water bolt, but his body was too heavy and sluggish. The bolt hit him full force, knocking him off his feet and sending him tumbling across the ground.
The audience gasped as they watched the spectacle unfold. They had never seen such an intense battle before, and the stakes were getting higher with every passing moment.
The referee rushed over to John, checking to see if he was alright. "John, are you okay?" he asked, his voice filled with concern.
John groaned, his body aching all over. "I'm fine," he said, trying to push himself up to his feet.
But the referee wasn't convinced. He knew that John was in no condition to continue the battle. "I'm sorry, John, but I have to call the match. Mark is the winner," he announced, his voice echoing through the arena.