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Post by Ken Bonobo on Dec 24, 2009 18:57:56 GMT
*Unsure of what to say, he remains silent for a while. Should he allow dark magic?*
*The battle took a few more turns and he found himself being flung around a little too much.*
*As Sylvan stepped in to defend him with a cruciatus, it seemed her decision had been made.*
*Her apology was immediately accepted.*
Do what you must.
Seems like they've made a bit of a mess here.. haven't they?
*Now, once more in control of himself he too is ready to fight without allowing for sportsmanship.*
*With his wand pointed at Rookwood once more he yells.*
Obscuro!
Expelliarmus!
Everte Statum!
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Post by Peon Erupttat on Dec 24, 2009 19:12:20 GMT
*Seemingly with his pick of half a dozen or so Ministry workers to attack, he decides to opt for mass destruction.*
*He points in the direction of the huddled workers.*
Avis!
*From his wand fly a dozen hawks.*
Oppugno.
*The hawks each take sight of a ministry worker and begin charging towards them. As they draw close to their marks and begin to peck, scratch and bite, Erupttat takes shots at each of the birds one by one.*
Confringo. Confringo. Confringo.
*As the curses hit the birds, they burst into flames, still attacking the Aurors and their associates.*
Confringo!
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Post by Blaise Zabini on Dec 24, 2009 20:30:45 GMT
*Still standing in the shadows she sees the events unfold around her* *No one can see her from where she hides so she believes it may be a good time to start firing spells at the Aurors to assist her fellow Death Eaters* *Shoots a stinging hex towards Kingsley in an attempt to distract him from Rodolphus and hides again where no one can see her* *Looks frantically for Millicent, then suddenly sees her as she steps out* *is about to run over to her but sees her firing hexes and raises his eyebrow, impressed by her boldness* *Looks around to see if there's anyone else in trouble but can't see much for all the sparks, fire and swirls of black smoke as Death Eaters darted around* *Tries to disapparate back inside but feels like there's a glass wall around him as he does so* *Swings round to see if there's a clear way to get inside, takes a breath and runs over to the broomshed round the corner , almost getting knocked over by Malfoy's Nimbus bursting out* *Grabs his broom, jumps on it and flies upwards towards Malfoy's bedroom window* |
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Post by Draco Malfoy on Dec 24, 2009 20:40:47 GMT
*watches as she walks into the commotion inside and diasppears from view, lip starting to curl at the thought of having to follow her into the mist of firebolts and Crucios* Surely it should be ending now?*Sighs, his wand already out, wincing as another Dementor swoops above him and edges towards the fighting while keeping his eyes upturned to the shadows above* *his wand hand was visibly shaking, not just from the chill of the air but his fear of the Dementors was accelerated by the very fact he still could not produce a resonant Patronus charm* Ghastly creatures... *eyes widen as one of the Dementors appears to turn slowly and face him, about 10 metres away and above him and glide towards him, his ripped black cloak flicking around his skeletal figure and boney hand outstretched* *turns and runs as fast as the wind in the opposite direction, towards the lake, frequently checking behind him for the distance between them* Accio Nimbus! *(he was faster on broom than on foot) *runs faster* ACCIO YOU STUPID NIMBUS! NOW!! *Feeling the fear grow inside the boy, it lowers itself to a position where it was directly drawing sustainance from him, ready to give chase should he flee.* *panics a little as he feels a dreaded dragging force throughout his body - his legs now light and completely numb as they sprint almost by themselves* *turns his head briefly to see if his broom has arrived yet as he is fast approaching the lake, the sound of the grass crackles underneath him as a layer of frost forms from the Dementor* come on... come on... |
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Your soul sustains me
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Post by Dementor on Dec 24, 2009 21:56:53 GMT
*panics a little as he feels a dreaded dragging force throughout his body - his legs now light and completely numb as they sprint almost by themselves* *turns his head briefly to see if his broom has arrived yet as he is fast approaching the lake, the sound of the grass crackles underneath him as a layer of frost forms from the Dementor* come on... come on...*Having been warded off by the patronus', it had wandered closer to the lake.* *What fortune that a lone boy had come its way.* *It swooped in to taste the rushing emotion.* |
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Post by Draco Malfoy on Dec 24, 2009 23:12:04 GMT
*hears a rush of wind as his broom approaches*
*the next few seconds seem to run in slow motion to him: his arm outstretched to catch the handle but simultaneously begins to loose consciousness as his very soul is drained by the second Dementor, unfortunately his last step was also the edge of the lakeside and falls forward lifelessly and silently into the cold water*
*the broom overshoots his head and skims the water before finally coming to a halt near the middle of the lake, and after a momentary dip, bobs up and down as it floats along gently*
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Your soul sustains me
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Post by Dementor on Dec 24, 2009 23:30:44 GMT
*It nears the lake, still chasing the boy and the coldness of its being begins to freeze the water it passes over.*
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Post by Magdelena on Dec 26, 2009 4:31:21 GMT
*A column of black smoke announces yet another arrival to the fray. Though, the figure does not linger and instead leaves someone behind. A loud growl emits from the girl as the smell of fire and flesh and blood instantly reaches her flared nostrils.*
*Speed unlike any human is her blessing as she moves with an eerie silence for her sprint. Keeping to the shadows. Her prey has already been scented and she's doing just as her Alpha taught her. Attack a wizard from behind and do so quickly and disarm them. Quickly approaching her prey's flank.*
*Arthur Weasley happens to her her target and with a last second roar, Magdelena leaps and seeks to tackle into the portly wizard. Teeth gnashing close to his face and those clawed fingers seeking to grab ahold of his wand to throw it behind her.*
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Post by Severus Snape on Dec 26, 2009 20:59:17 GMT
*Feels his hold over Jolie as if he were actually holding strings, and could lead her along. Giving a twist of the wrist, flicking the wand aimed at the witch, Severus sends Jolie to go wait outside of the Manor, knocking her entirely out of the fight.*
*The cast of Eruptatt's attacking hawks catch his eye, and he turns on them, nonverbally casting Finite Incantatem upon them. After his attempt to banish the hawks he turns his wand on Eruptatt. With what he hopes is sniper-like aim, and hits is intended target, he yells out.*
Expellarmus!
Sectumsempra!
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Post by Peon Erupttat on Dec 26, 2009 23:40:01 GMT
*Able to take the damage of cuts and burns with ease, there was little his hardened body could do to stop a disarming spell and his wand flies from his hand.*
*Not a real issue to him though, a bit of physical violence may be preferable to waving the silly stick around.*
*He marches towards the wizard who had just disarmed him, took hold of him and threw him forcefully across the room.*
*Simple but effective, though on second thoughts, finding the lost wand may be useful. He glanced around him before thumping the nearby Lucius Malfoy.*
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Post by Sylvan Thails on Dec 27, 2009 3:00:18 GMT
*Sylvan turns and her smile was cold as her wand flicks to Erupttat advancing on Severus.*
Petrificus Totalus!
*Hoping to keep Erupttat from reaching Severus. If her spell lands, she'll wait until Erupttat falls before her wand is aimed low.*
Severus...you're going to have to teach me that spell.
*She turns from Erupttat and closes her eyes, a slow breath coming from her as she forces her mind to calm even amidst the chaos. Standing beside Severus as her wand is wielded with an expert touch and grace to it.*
Fiendfyre!
*Fire licking around her as the dragon made entirely of flames seems to slide from nothing. Pointing at the Death Eaters with her wand as she laughs.*
Oppungo!
*The fickle spell is eager to comply, since it is the nature of the spell itself. The crackling roar of flames as the dragon arcs quickly through the air towards the main group of Death Eaters.*
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Post by Draco Malfoy on Dec 27, 2009 20:46:32 GMT
*It nears the lake, still chasing the boy and the coldness of its being begins to freeze the water it passes over.* *the piercing cold of the water shocks his body awake and frantically tries to reach the surface of the water but his hands just hit ice* *panics as his body starts needing breath, feels for his wand, while trying to hit through the ice with his other hand* |
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Post by Baron Papanoida on Dec 27, 2009 21:01:26 GMT
*Having watched his Patronus chase away the Dementors from the immediate area, he noticed that some had began to congregate near the lake.*
*Why they should do that without any prey was beyond him.*
*Logic told him that someone was over there and could be in trouble.*
*Leaving the protection of the Aurors, he ran as fast as he could summoning his Patronus to follow him and charge the Dementors.*
*As he neared the lake, he saw how the Dementors had frozen it, leaving only a broom laying upon it.*
*His Patronus ran ahead of him and cleared away the creatures once more before he breathlessly staggered to the edge of the water.*
*Kneeling to take the broom where it lay, he found it to be stuck in the ice, below which a strange shadow could be seen.*
*Realising that it must be whoever owns the broom, he casts over the ice a flame throwing spell to melt it away.*
Incendio!
I just hope I am in time!
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Post by Ken Bonobo on Dec 27, 2009 21:06:27 GMT
*He notices Sylvan cast the same spell that the scarred monster like Death Eater had earlier and wonders where she had learned such magic.*
*This reminds him that the foul creature is at the party, and he had a score to settle with him.*
*Taking precise aim at his target he threw his spell.*
Flipendo!
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Post by Rodolphus Lestrange on Dec 28, 2009 9:44:35 GMT
*Is momentarily distracted by Kingsley and Rodolphus's duel, is hit by Rodolphus's Crucio and falls to the ground, writhing in nearly unbearable pain. She does not allow herself to scream- will not, not in front of these people. She will not give them that satisfaction, after everything they've done to her all her life. Though she does her best to fight the pain, she can not ignore it. It feels as if an uncontrollable fire has spread throughout her body; insatiable, unstoppable.* *Soon enough, more fire comes in the form of Bella's Flagrate. Dromeda is unable to discern this pain from that of Rodolphus's Crucio, where she lays thrashing on the ground, praying that the agony will soon cease.* *Forces the curse on her some more before releasing when he notices Bella has taken over and can turn his attention back to Kingsley* Crucio! |
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