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Post by Lucius Malfoy on Jan 9, 2010 20:00:16 GMT
*The rushing werewolf attacking his handmaiden seemed to be being dealt with, but a hulking great beast of another sort was causing havoc elsewhere, not to mention the other Death Eaters.*
*He continued by firing blasting curses towards the attackers.*
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Post by Augustus Rookwood on Jan 10, 2010 7:22:10 GMT
*Sylvan's eyes flick from Ken to the smoke forming into Rookwood behind him. She was just as fast as Rookwood and jerked Ken away from the damned fire. Putting herself between the Auror and the Death Eater. The Gubraithian Fire now between her and Rookwood. So many betweens and Sylvan flicks her wand, casting the Flame-Freeze spell so no one would be accidentally harmed by the flames.* *She glances over to the werewolf howling for her blood and smiles, her wand flicking in that direction with a Permanent Sticking Charm to the soles of the werewolf's feet, just to keep spurring the beast.* You Death Eaters...know nothing of the arts in which you cast. Come, Mr. ROokwood...let me show you what real pain entails. Crucio! *Stepping forward and slashing her wand to entreat Rookwood to her own Torture Curse. She was a good dualist and an excellent countering spells, but this is where she truly shines. Her desire to cause pain in others to make them see just how much pain she's endured in her life...had few equals. She's been told the sensation is much like having inches of flesh flayed from muscle and then inches of muscle flayed from bone.* *Endures the little pain which did not actually effect his abilities neither did it was enough to invoke the devil inside him. The girl duelling agianst him was not a person he would get insane at, he somehow couldnt. He had to divert his focus from this person, he flicks his wand and and an Expelliarmus hits Sylvan, who now was duelling some other sod. He smiles, this time he had to make her utterly useless, in way which would neither harm them nor benefit em completely. He rose, and shot another spell at her, of course non-verbally.* Tarantallegra! *A purely risible sight, Sylavan out of the blue starts dancing.. Another swish and her wand hopped out of a nearby window, making her useless but equally entertaining! * *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! *He could not help but laugh at the lamest effort he'd seen made by a supposedly able Auror. An Auror of such rank would have duelled rather smartly than just piling-on spells. He reverted each of the spell with a swish of his wand, each spells directing back at Ken.* |
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Post by Jolie Fier on Jan 10, 2010 18:47:26 GMT
*Uncertain of why she is doing it, she turns her wand on Rookwood.*
Expelliarmus!
*Some small part of her knows she's fighting against her allies, but she is unable to stop herself.*
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Post by rubymarley on Jan 10, 2010 21:30:11 GMT
*Is ripped from the floor by the collision of Erupttat's body onto his, and he glowers in Sylvan's general direction. Not caring about anyone he crashes into, he charges at the defenseless witch as she tries to make her escape. Within seconds he gains up on Ruby, being many times faster than the witch, and he reaches out to snatch one of her arms.* C'mon, precious, the party's just begun! *can hear the beast catching quickly up to her, and on last blast of adrenaline pumps through her veins, pushing her legs to go faster than she has ever ran before. With a loud grunt she puts forth all of her effort to make it upstairs before she's caught.* *her arms pumping as she runs, and suddenly her arm is snatched up into the sweaty hands of Fenrir Greyback.* |
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Post by Peon Erupttat on Jan 10, 2010 21:35:37 GMT
*Still confused he sees the scuffle between Ruby and Greyback.*
*A target, he assumes and charges towards them.*
*No sooner had he reached them had he forgotten why he had come towards them, Fenrirs gnashing teeth reminded him of himself, so he staggered past them and onwards up the stairs.*
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Post by Fenrir Greyback on Jan 10, 2010 21:42:17 GMT
*He watches for the return of Jolie, and sees Ruby trying to outrun the werewolf. Quickly he narrows his aim on Fenrir, and attempts to stun the moving target.* Stupefy! *Also having seen the werewolf heading towards the defenseless witch, he jumped in to aid the Headmaster with cover fire targeting Fenrir.* Stupefy! *Barely dodges both stunning spells without even noticing they were aimed at him to begin with. He's got one thing on his mind, and it's currently within his reach. However, a second monster comes barreling towards them and Fenrir snarls at Erupttat as if staking the witch as his victim. The victim he's not planning on sharing anytime soon, with anyone.* Trying to outrun me, hm? Didn't get you very far, now did it? *Lips curl back in a disgusted snarl, still not understanding how anyone, let alone this unarmed witch, is able to think that they can be faster than the legendary Fenrir Greyback. He pulls Ruby close to his broad chest and holds onto her tightly, turning to drag the witch away from the stairs and away from a majority of the chaos.* |
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Post by Lucius Malfoy on Jan 11, 2010 18:12:05 GMT
(OOC reminder that there are anti apparition spells on the mansion at this time.)
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Post by Ken Bonobo on Jan 11, 2010 18:23:04 GMT
*Ken realises that he may have to be a little more creative in order to put down Rookwood.*
*He spots some liquor cabinets, full of various kinds of alcoholic beverages.*
*With a nonverbal Waddiwasi, he sends countless bottles of drink soaring through the air at tremendous speed at the Death Eater, leaving nowhere to escape.*
*Spotting Sylvan's plight, he span to face the window.*
Accio wand.
*Upon its return he threw it back to his new ally.*
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Post by Lucius Malfoy on Jan 11, 2010 18:34:45 GMT
*Looks around the room, at all the damaged furniture and now liquor and broken glass spilled everywhere.*
*He makes a mental note of who not to invite to his home again.*
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Post by Millicent Bulstrode on Jan 11, 2010 19:04:19 GMT
*Peeks out from her hiding space being careful to make sure no one can still see her*
*Points her wand towards the nearest Auror - Ken Bonobo and whispers*
Stupify!
*As the flash of red light zooms towards Ken she hides again*
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Post by Ken Bonobo on Jan 11, 2010 21:16:35 GMT
*With his eyes on the main battle in front of him, he was completely unaware that he could even be attacked from behind.*
*No one but his allies were there he thought.*
*Hit by a stunning spell he curses as he falls to the ground.*
Blast! How did this happen? I'm smarter than this.
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Post by Arthur Weasley on Jan 13, 2010 21:24:14 GMT
*Presumably in a struggle with Arthur Weasley when the howl is heard. Her head snaps up and Arthur would hear an inhuman snarling sound coming from her throat. With that same inhuman speed, Magdelena leaps from Arthur and runs full bore towards the open entrance to the ballroom.* *Colours and bright flashes rocket past Arthur, as he quickly tries to fire spells back at the Death Eaters. However, suddenly he's knocked to the ground by another, and struggles against his attacker. Looking up, his eyes widen manically when he sees who, or what he's up against. The female's not purely human, even he can see that. He flails his arms and kicks out his legs, fighting to keep his wand in his hand. Just as suddenly as she appears though, the witch/creature hybrid vanishes.* Stupefy! *Watches in disbelief as the being runs faster than he thought possible, from a witch at least. The spell completely misses her, and he's about to run after the creature before hearing a crash behind him. He spins around to see the battle still going on strong, and starts launcing spells and jinxes at the Dark witches and wizards he recognizes.* Stupefy!
Petrificus Totalus!
Obscuro! |
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Post by Andromeda Tonks on Jan 18, 2010 6:18:39 GMT
**Smirks as her sister rolls around in pain** Oh do you remember this game well dear sister? **Grins wickedly deciding she wants to cause more pain to her** **Quick as a flash she slashes her wand through the air** Expelliarmus! Furnunculus! Diffindo! *Struggles to reply through the pain.* Sadly- I- do! *Her wand flies from her hand and she is hit with both of Bella's other spells, first suffering an eruption of boils and then being slashed across the arm with Diffindo. She does her best not to scream, though the pain is immense. Blood flows from the gash on her arm onto the floor, and she doesn't see where her wand has flown off to. What a mess you've gotten yourself into, Dromeda. If you get out of this, don't let Ted talk you into going to any more parties in the near future.* |
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Post by rubymarley on Jan 19, 2010 21:13:49 GMT
*Barely dodges both stunning spells without even noticing they were aimed at him to begin with. He's got one thing on his mind, and it's currently within his reach. However, a second monster comes barreling towards them and Fenrir snarls at Erupttat as if staking the witch as his victim. The victim he's not planning on sharing anytime soon, with anyone.* Trying to outrun me, hm? Didn't get you very far, now did it? *Lips curl back in a disgusted snarl, still not understanding how anyone, let alone this unarmed witch, is able to think that they can be faster than the legendary Fenrir Greyback. He pulls Ruby close to his broad chest and holds onto her tightly, turning to drag the witch away from the stairs and away from a majority of the chaos.* *wriggles and squirms in the werewolf's tight grasp, barely able to breathe. sheer adrenaline is flooding her terrified body as she screams and thrashes all about.* NO! HELP ME! NOOOO! *swings an arm blindly behind her, hoping with every fiber of her being she hits him somewhere, anywhere, just please let her get away.* |
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Post by Fenrir Greyback on Jan 19, 2010 21:19:24 GMT
*Is used to victims struggling and kicking at him, but is suddenly knocked right in the ribs by the witch's arm. Taking in a deep breath, his grip on Ruby loosens as one large hand goes to cradle his side.*
Bloody hell!
*Can't believe his luck for tonight's party: first he's hit with a tickling charm, stuck to the floor and cleaned, and now he's gotten the breath knocked out of him by a tiny little witch.*
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