Harry Potter and the Berserker

Chapter 57

Disclaimer- Harry Potter is owned by J.K. Rowling and Berserk is owned by Kentaro Miura. I own nothing.

Guts would give credit where credit was due, the wizard known as Voldemort was pretty fast. Maybe not in terms of actual speed; at least, not that he knew yet, but rather with his wand and his spell-work. It had been Voldemort to make the first move of their fight, his red eyes shining with a dangerous amusement as he said some words that, to Guts, sounded like "Abra Kedabra."

He was probably wrong on what the words actually were, but they sure as hell sounded like that. Whatever words Voldemort truly did say, a jet of green light, a shade similar to Harry's eyes, flew forth from the end of his wand straight toward Guts.

Guts momentarily stopped in his own advance to bring the fight to a close-range distance, digging his boots into the grassy ground, Guts kicked off to the left to avoid being hit by the unknown green spell. And he was glad that he did. As the green jet of light soared past his head, a cold, bone-chilling feeling ran down Guts' spine as he eyed the soaring spell. He had grown used to the feeling of death since a very early age, ever since his birth, the feeling of having his life being nearly extinguished was one he was no stranger to. This feeling, however... just looking at it made him feel like somebody was walking on his grave like he was already dead and in the ground.

Whatever the hell the spell was, Guts made sure that he would not let it even graze the surface of his skin.

After evading the spell, Guts regained his proper footing and kicked off in a full sprint, his sword poised in front of him, looking to impale the dark wizard straight through. The Dragonslayer was still coated in the warm, thick blood of the first dragon and some drops began to fly off the surface with how fast Guts was running. As he neared, he noticed a bit of a surprised look flash across Voldemort's face.

"You move quite well for one wearing full armor," Voldemort remarked. "Hauling that sword around must be such a burden." Instead of retreating or making an attempt to dodge, Voldemort fired off another spell.

To Guts' relief, it wasn't the same green light he had fired off to begin. Instead, a part of the ground near Guts exploded outward sending bits of grass, dirt, and rock up to strike Guts. He could feel some of the debris land on his head from the sheer force of the explosion in question, a bit of it almost striking his singular eye.

Damn bastard is trying to blind me, Guts realized what the dark wizard was up to. And his assessment turned out to be true. Voldemort sent another explosion his way, striking where he thought Guts was going to be next and coming very close to actually hitting his intended target. More dirt and clutter fell down on Guts who felt the soft feeling of dirt weigh down his hair and touch his scalp. As Guts jumped out of the way of another explosion charm aimed at him, Voldemort stood exactly where he had been this whole time. Guts could see an amused sadistic grin on the man's relatively handsome face.

This guy is just as same as him! He has a pretty boy disguise and is completely fucked on the inside. Guts looked at the massive amount of dragon blood that still coated the massive blade that was Dragonslayer. By now, dirt and grass had gotten mixed in there as well. He would make sure to give the blade a good cleaning, starting now.

Guts halted in his advance but still held Dragonslayer like he was about to swing it and cleave the dark wizard in half. Voldemort noticed his behavior and change of tactic as well. "That sword of yours is massive, but even you do not have the range to hit me from here."

"You sure about that?" Guts swung Dragonslayer for all it was worth, pivoting his upper body along with it while keeping his legs firmly planted where he was standing. He was not expecting to hit Voldemort with Dragonslayer from here at his distance, but his efforts at dodging had gotten him close enough to use Voldemort's own tactic against him.