Might makes Right

Reima "I'll cut their arms and legs before paralyzing them... They won't be able to harm my interests after that." he says, arms crossed and a satisfied look on his face as if he'd solved the issue.

Harry "I refuse... We cannot treat people like that Reima!"

Reima "Then, how would you go about fixing this issue?" he asks, curious.

Harry "We bring them with us and rehabilitate them."

...

Reima stands from his chair, storing it as well as the bathtub in his Folded Space, "Remember the old saying? Might makes Right?" Harry nods, still not moving. "Then, let's find out who's right, Harry."

Harry goes pale for a moment, his hand clenching around the Elder Wand, "I'm not the same person you trained Reima, don't think everything will go your way." he says, drawing his wand and pointing it at Reima, the tables seating everyone moving towards the walls on their own.

With the obstacles cleared, the duo now had enough space to properly fight... A ward appearing out of nowhere and blocking either from exiting.

Reima smirks, "Just because you've got a new wand doesn't mean much to me Harry." he says, pointing a finger at Harry, a weak lightning bolt exploding forth and heading for him.

Harry "Protego!" he exclaims, an incredibly powerful shield appearing and blocking the spell. He then chains the movement into another spell, "Stupefy!" he shouts, a brightly glowing red bolt heading straight for Reima.

Reima snatches the Stupefy out of the air, taking note of how powerful it actually was.

Most had already seen how powerful Reima was, him catching Harry's spell was no surprise, even with the boy now possessing all of the Deathly Hallows.

Bill "Think Harry's got a chance?" he asks, rubbing Fleur's hand.

Fleur shakes her head, "Non."

Harry had expected his spell to fail, his previous experience with Reima making him fully aware of how ridiculously resistant to magic he was... "Hastam Glacius!" he calls, a spear of ice heading straight for Reima, causing many watching to shout in shock and terror.

Reima reels back and sends a punch at it, easily shattering the meters long Ice Spear and sending deadly shards back at Harry. He hadn't been expecting this and raises his arms, unable to conjure a shield fast enough...

Suddenly the ground in-front of Harry raises, blocking the shards before lowering again.

Harry looks down and then up, a grateful expression on his face, "Ah... Thanks."

Reima raises a brow, "Isn't outside interference against the "Rules of dueling"?, where's your morally right bravado go?"

Harry "It wasn't outside interference though, Hogwarts simply wished to assist me." he says, thrusting his wand forwards, "FULGUR MAXIMA!"

*CRACK!*

A huge bolt of lightning explodes from Harry's wand, almost deafening everyone within the hall as it strikes Reima in the chest.

Harry glares into the smoke concealing where Reima had been, having clearly seen the bolt hit him. "Is it over?" he mutters.

Reima appears behind him with a grin, the floor raising to protect Harry even though an attack hadn't been sent.

Reima grabs the raised stone and tears it out of the ground, looking over and not seeing Harry anywhere... Even when extending his Observation Haki he can't seem to find him... "Come on Harry, hiding's not very Hero-like." he slowly says, ducking under a Bombarda Maxima that was sent at his head from behind him.

Looking around Harry's still nowhere to be found, the only thing he's able to sense with his Observation Haki being the attacks appearing out of nowhere...

Reima kicks a stone spear, causing it to shatter and turn to shrapnel that peppers the ward, making those behind it back away. He then slams his fist to the ground and causes a wall of fire to expand around him.

One done Reima spots an invisible figure covered in fire, Harry attempting to put it out but to no avail.

Reima "Don't do that again or I'll start cheating." he says, Harry apparently not listening to his advice and turning invisible again after putting out the flames.

Reima sighs, "Whatever..." and then focuses on the chip he'd put in Harry's neck... As he'd suspected, it's still there for some reason... The potions used to keep Magical's healthy probably preventing his body from getting rid of it.

He walks towards a spot and gives a light kick to the air, feeling resistance as Harry topples over backward holding his stomach, now visible.

Reima "Give up?"

Harry "I refuse!"

Reima shrugs, "You don't, have, a, choice!" he growls, grabbing Harry and throwing him to the other side of the dueling area, his body limply colliding with barrier.

Reima "You're tougher then you look though, those Deathly Hallows have done some good... Mind if I make you my punching bag?" he says, clearly not asking for permission, walking over and resting his foot on Harry's head. "Listen, being idealistic is a good trait... During peace times, but where has it gotten you during war? The world destroyed, innocent people dead? My world won't allow someone like you to live a good life, so forget about your previous conviction and grow up!" he says, grinding his foot.

Harry "I-I won't! I won't betray Dumbledore!" he shouts, the Elder Wand blasting the floor beneath them and throwing his body away from Reima.

The audience watching grimaces at the beaten and bloody Harry, even if most of his injuries were caused by himself.

Bill "He might kill him..." he mutters, ready to stand and defend the teen.

Fleur pulls him back into his seat, shaking her head, knowing full well that Reima wouldn't kill Harry. "Stay 'ere and watch."

Hermione shouts for Harry to give up, but her words don't reach him as he slowly gets to his feet.

Harry "Why, why do you have to act this way Reima?" he asks, breathing heavily.

Reima tilts his head to the side, "Look at it from my position... I am doing you a favour by inviting you to come with me, but why should that extend to those that would work against me? If my inaction means their death then so be it, supporting my enemies is a fool's game." he states absolutely, not budging on the subject.