Both participants would already have a spell casted to ensure their lead was made, with Harvard casting a spell to spawn a hand that can push himself forward directly up to the rooftops, and Stolas, much to the Card Magician's wonder, having small lights made upon his very hand-like feathers. Such lights would form itself into a pattern. A Constellation. It had a hook-like end to it, and it spun around like a circle, which slowly cumulated a shape. A Shape in the form of a Snake, allowing the young boy to learn exactly what this was.
"Space Magic..!?"
"Yyyyep!" Stolas would reply to such shock by having the constellation be made as Ophiuchus, extending the serpent directly outwards to reach onto a different rooftop. The constructs made by such magic looked to be made of a dust-like body, a celestial feel with the lights and blue particles that it expels outwards. It was so mesmerizing that Harvard lost focus upon the race almost instantly, wondering what other bodies can this person make. His focus was brought right back when his Hand-like spell lifted him over before it had him collide with a part of the rooftop that could've trip the child up. Solomon and Zazel were still following behind, though it seems as if there was difficulty due to how fast he was going. Zazel had his sigils to try and act as platforms to reach Harvard easier, looking to the side to see Solomon doing a strange enchantment. The book he wielded flipped its pages tenfold, which slowly started to glow and cast a spell, allowing two sets of inscriptions to be implanted upon his feet. Such inscriptions have an unknown language to the demon, though based on its wording, it almost looked to be Latin. Without warning, and without a single hint of worry, Solomon would start to walk up towards the very air as if they were stairs, baffling the demon further.
"WAIT, WAIT, WAIT, WAIT...How are you-"
" 'Thou must honor thy Father and Mother.' Don't tell me you haven't seen a Bible before, have you?" The idea that the spell came from such a holy backing was almost frightening for the demon. That phrase. Those words. Such a Statement held high. Such a sentence is only bound by the very Ten Commandments. Exactly how did this child had such a phrase upon his very hands? He'll ask about this later, his focus now being the race itself. Inspecting the spell Solomon casted, it seemed to be locking him in place with the very air itself, allowing him to scale up by using the air as said "stairs" to climb. This would have him infer that the markings were indeed a lock of some sort. A Binding tool to prevent movement, to keep things stationary. A very lethal weapon, especially if it is considered something holy, based on the Ten Commandments themselves.
Meanwhile, Stolas would be keeping himself at a quick pace, noticing Harvard's advantage. Being sneaky, he devised an attack by constructing and balling up a star-like orb and tossing it directly towards Harvard, causing him to shift his direction. A Spell was casted to retort back, but it only seemed to trip up the boy once the attack was connected. "Gotcha! Sorry pal, You ain't pulling a fast one on-" Stolas' words were cut off by his face rammed against a wall, his senses discombobulated, shaking his head to regain said senses, and seeing Harvard being unfazed. The child stopped himself as he'd reveal his trick: A Card depicting an eye with wavy-like rings around it. The boy merely laughed as he kept going, having Stolas realized what has happened. He was tricked. An Illusion that made him believe he threw his attack. How did he do it, he wondered. Such questions would be left away as the bird-like individual was assisted by Solomon to catch up, with Zazel seeing the entire thing.
"Hey, Hold on! How co-. . .Right! Right. . .Forgot magic is fair game." The Demon would answer his own question as he would try to help Harvard by going on the offense, casting a new sigil, Shax, to continue said illusion, though Solomon was quick to react. His book glowed once more, casting another commandment upon the sigil in question, binding it and unable to allow its spell to be cast. The sigil was sizzling, as if it was being cooked on a grill. "What the-" Zazel would see the writing made upon the sealed spell, once again written in latin.
" 'Thou shalt not steal', Zazel! You ain't taking our victory here!" Solomon joked, before he would be met with the physical seal being thrown directly towards him, acting as a discus to strike the Biblical Magician down. Solomon simply had his book strike the sigil with enough force to send it back to sender, causing Zazel to react the same with a separate sigil entirely, Sabnock, creating a gauntlet that matches the strength of the book. As the two were busy, however, Stolas was given enough freedom to catch up, casting another bundle of stars to create another construct, this time being of a Ram, Aries, to push himself forward drastically to Harvard's location. The Card Magician would notice this absurd rush in speed, and casted himself a different spell to cut the distance between himself and the air around a good ten or so meters, both speeds reaching faster and faster, almost enough to cause sharp winds across the sandy terrain.
They were neck and neck, with Harvard's spells trying to trip up the likes of his very competition, and Stolas' stars doing the exact same thing. Despite such aggressiveness, the two would be smiling. The two were enjoying themselves in such a competitive environment, where they would go all out without even a hint of weakness shown on their eyes. A Sign that both boys know all too familiar with, a Sign that signifies them in total.
They were having fun, and that was all that mattered to them.
Harvard would have himself use the arm itself to slingshot himself farther, while Stolas had Aries buck itself forward to do the same. They were sharing the same thought process in trying to get an edge. They were still neck-and-neck, where one of them could snatch victory at a moment's notice. Unfortunately for the Card Magician, Stolas has planned for such a moment like this to arrive.