Harry Potter, Game Jumper

Her next move brough him back to reality.

She slashed at him with her brown, leathery wing, and if not for his experience being assaulted by Dudley's gang and dodging bludgers in quidditch, he would have received a clean hit. Instead, he rolled backward and came back on his feet, in a defensive stance. He found himself in a complicated position. On one hand, he wanted to avert his eyes from her arousing appearance to not be distracted. On the other hand, he needed to keep a good eye on her to deal with her attacks. A most dangerous and exciting situation.

'Shit! What kind of magical creature is that? Is she a demon? I've never heard of the magical world having demons!'

The werebat girl was surprised by the first missed attack since the target had been frozen during her advance. She launched a flurry of wing swipes, but Harry had impressive reflexes and was quick on his feet. He managed to dodge all of them by ducking, jumping to the sides or backward, despite the girl having the range advantage. However, he didn't keep track of his surroundings, and found himself backed into a corner. The werebat girl didn't let her chance go.

"STAY BACK!!"

Along his scream, his hand was raised toward the bat girl, and a blue light left his hand and struck her in the c.h.e.s.t. Her c.h.e.s.t armor cracked as she was blown backward by 2 steps. She fell on her back, legs spread, allowing Harry to see how little her groin armor covered, and making him realise that her rear was completly uncovered. Neither of them moved for 2 seconds.

Harry was torn between arousal and bewilderment. He recognised the spell he just used against her as the knockback jinx. And not only has he just used it wandlessly, it wasn't even as hard as the first time he had tried a lumos charm without his wand. His eyes moved rapidly between his hand and the s.e.xy figure of his opponent in front of him. The werebat girl knocked her head on the hard stone of the floor when she fell, and was dazed. Furthermore, her c.h.e.s.t hurt from the magical blow she received. She was confused. She had her prey cornered, and the next moment she was struck back.

The werebat girl g.r.o.a.n.e.d as she sat up, still legs spread. Hearing the noise, Harry 's attention snapped back to her, and despite himself, he regained a big blush and his member hardened once more. The 2 eyed each other warily for a second, and the girls sprung on her feet and attacked again. However, this time, Harry was pretty sure he could use his magic despite not having a wand.

"Flipendo!"

Another jet of blue light to the c.h.e.s.t, and once again the werebat girl found herself on her back to the ground. The cracks on her c.h.e.s.t armor increased. Even though the opponent was down, Harry didn't jump at the chance to finish her off. For one, her appearance was too close to that of a human girl, he didn't have it in him to kill her. Second, he didn't know any spells that could take her knock her out once and for all. Any spell he had the heart to use would just be minor distractions.

Unfortunately for him, even though his opponent was down, he was still cornered. And the oponent had fallen right in front of him instead of being pushed back like with the first overpowered spell. Before Harry could react, she had kicked him in the leg, making him fall on his knees. She sat up, and nailed him with a punch to the face, knocking him down on his back, and knocking his glasses away.

She straddled his waist, and started to rain punches and wing swings on him. The only thing Harry could do was place his arms in front of his to protect himself. Several time he tried to catch her arms, but she was physically stronger than him, and always released herself. He collected a few bruises on his arms, face and c.h.e.s.t. He couldn't concentrate enough to cast a spell, and was getting really terrified of what was going to happen to him. He started to silently cry, as he desperatly tried to block all her attacks.

He knew. He knew that if things continued the way they were, he was going to get killed. Just like with Quirrel, the basilisk, and Tom. If he didn't finish the enemy off, he was going to die. Then, he stopped trying to defend himself, and with a growl of both pain and defiance, started an all-out attack. He grabbed one of her fingers after she landed a punch on him, and violently twisted it.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!"

She screamed in pain as she bent to prevent her finger from being broken. In the process, her face got closer to Harry, and with his other hand, landed a punch on her nose. She grunted in pain as her head snapped back. Harry pointed both of his hands in front of himself.

"Incendio!"

A violent stream of fire engulffed the upper body of the werebat girl. She tried to scream in pain once again, but chocked with the fire entering her mouth, and it burned both her vocal cords and her airways. She scrambled backward and trashed on the ground, but Harry didn't let down on the attack. The air was being filled with the scent of burned hairs. A smelly yellow liquid leaked out from behind the crotch armor. Only then, did Harry stop his attack. He took a few toxic breaths before regaining his senses, and looked at his opponent.

The werebat girl's upper body was red from having her skin burned. Some places bled profusiously, some were roasted, and some were charred. Her face was unrocognisable. She still continued to trash weakly on the ground. Her struggles grew weaker and weaker, until she completly stopped.