BAM!
A deafening crack of lightning echoed through the hall, followed by the harsh impact of something heavy slamming into a wall. Raiden crashed violently, the wall shuddering under the force, and then collapsed to the ground with a dull thud.
Julius rushed over, checking Raiden's figure sprawled across the floor. After a quick assessment, he exhaled in relief—Raiden was out cold, but he wasn't in any mortal danger. Still, he would need to be carried to the school healers.
Julius then turned to Sirius, still standing but barely. His condition wasn't much better.
"What a hassle," Julius muttered, shaking his head. He slung Raiden over his shoulder and, with a sigh, announced, "This month's assessment is over. Sirius wins the final match."
