I cut his monologue off with a feral growl and a flurry of nasty curses designed to torture but not kill. His face betrays his anger at being cut off as he slicks them to the side and returns with his own spells, Tendrils of gas reach out like a great beast before being ignited in an inferno directed at me. I point my wand and wrangle control of the superheated gas before condensing it down into a ball of plasma before firing it back bordering on the speed of sound. Voldemort growls back at my insolence for turning his own spell back on him and with a wave the plasma is vanished to reveal that it was a cover for him to set up another spell. This one seems to lean more into the eldritch and old side of the dark arts as an expanse of void approaches me. I can't quite identify what it is because the presence is contradictory, being present but at the same time being nothing, I try to dispel it but it Doesn't work. Fuck.