Where did Zeke get all that energy?? Thornton watched his fellow fourth year practically sprint around the dueling arena. Clearly Thornton should have spent more time training and less time.. well, whatever he had done.

Thornton had immediately cast protego after his hex, anticipating either a reflected spell or a new attack. And so no one would be throwing up slugs today. Thornton kept his eyes fixated on the tip of Zeke's wand, the only way he'd been able to evade anything while being unable to hear. Every time it twitched, Thornton had been ready to duck, dive or shield. But it would prove his undoing, as the light from the tip turned his vision white for the few seconds before it went completely dark. Obscuro... it had to be.

Resigned, Thornton cast a half-strength expelliarmus in the direction he had last seen Zeke, but with no way to sense really anything, for all he knew, the boy was on the other side of the arena by now. He was exhausted.

And with that, Thornton let his wand drop to the ground as he raised both hands over his head. He couldn't hear and he couldn't see and he had nothing left to give. He was done.

It was over.

Mercy?