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Post by Bruce Goyle on Mar 12, 2011 15:32:17 GMT
Cell 4: Erupttat*He and Crabbe were free, and the only thing between them and the outside world was the atrium level.* *Of course, they were bound to be recognised, and would have to fight their way out.* *He ran, hoping that Crabbe followed behind him, wand outstretched, shouting various curses as he went.* Flipendo! Stupefy! Crucio!
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Post by Samuel Crabbe on Mar 12, 2011 15:34:27 GMT
*Crabbe tried his best to keep up with his old friend, but Goyle was ever so slightly leaner, and somehow a fair bit healthier.*
*Running was not Crabbes strength.*
*He breathed heavily as he tried to curse anyone who came too close.*
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Post by Arnie Peasegood on Mar 12, 2011 16:55:17 GMT
*He had been standing guard near the many entrances to the atrium, when suddenly behind him he heard shouting, spell blasts and screams.*
*This was a mild surprise, he had not expected trouble to stir from within the Ministry, but he was ready for duty.*
*He drew his wand instinctively, and peered through the crowd, attempting to spot the source of the trouble.*
*Two large men were hurling themselves through the witches and wizards, firing spells without much style in every direction.*
*He twisted his wand and sent his peacock patronus soaring to find help. Death Eaters were on the loose.*
*In the meantime, until back up arrived, he would have to fight alone. He readied his wand, and charged towards the burly men.*
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Post by Bruce Goyle on Mar 14, 2011 21:42:52 GMT
*Ahead of him, through squinted eyes, he could see a bulky shape charging in his direction.*
*Whatever it was, it was after him. He made as abrupt a stop as he could manage, and took aim with his wand.*
Stupefy!
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Post by Arnie Peasegood on Mar 14, 2011 21:48:34 GMT
*His eyes fixed on his target, he saw the burly Death Eater, stop and take aim with his wand. A quick dodge to the side avoided the attack, and he swiftly returned fire with his own curse.*
Everte Statum.
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Post by Gawain Robards on Mar 14, 2011 21:53:33 GMT
*Peasegoods messenger Patronus had shot through the Level 2 offices rounding up anyone it could find.*
*Robards was ready in a flash, to answer its call. He hurried as fast as he could to the atrium to find spells being hurled in a number of directions.*
Well. We'll see about that!
*He raised his own wand high above his head as though wielding a battle axe, and charged into the crowd.*
YAAAAAAA!
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Post by Bruce Goyle on Mar 14, 2011 21:58:12 GMT
*With a bit more skill than he was used to, he managed to deflect the hitwizards spell away from him, and began backing away from his attacker.*
*He answered the curse with a few more of his own stunning spells.*
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Post by Samuel Crabbe on Mar 14, 2011 22:00:45 GMT
*Out of breath, he clumsily ran into his fellow escapee, and knocked himself off of his feet.*
*While on the ground, he had a moment to catch his breath and sat up, leaning on his arms. He looked up to see the large Aurors coming for them.*
*With his last remaining energy he raised his wand.*
Flipendo!
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Post by Elric Marwood on Mar 14, 2011 22:03:51 GMT
*He arrived through the usual Ministry entrance on a return trip from seeing his associates.*
*He was not expecting the ruckuss he found.*
*Drawing his wand, he muttered to himself.*
Never a bloody moment is there...
*He promptly made his way to Robards side.*
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Post by Bruce Goyle on Mar 14, 2011 22:20:49 GMT
*Feeling quite outnumbered, as Crabbe proved himself next to useless, he found himself backing further and further into a corner.*
*He blasted curses manically, just hoping that something would be hit and let him make that final leap to freedom.*
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Post by Dirk Cresswell on Mar 14, 2011 22:28:08 GMT
*He rushed out of his office, after awakening from an odd midday snooze. It was unlike him to do something like that, and he was sure he hadn't meant to either.*
*Whatever had happened though, his shift was over, and it was time to go home.*
*The weird day continued though, as on arriving in the atrium, he found a battle in full heat.*
*His bad luck seemed to continue too, as a stray stunning spell hit him square on the forehead.*
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Post by Gawain Robards on Mar 14, 2011 22:36:38 GMT
*He swang his wand around his head madly, with a beaming grin on his big bearded face, loving the rush of adrenalin that battle brought with it.*
Protego Totalum!
*He slowed slightly as he drew nearer Crabbe and Goyle, then with a swoosh of his wand, aiming at Goyle, he yelled.*
Expelliarmus! HAHAHA!!
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Post by Arnie Peasegood on Mar 14, 2011 22:39:33 GMT
*He parried Crabbes weak attempt, and returned fire at the bulk of man sat on the floor.*
Incarcerous.
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Post by Samuel Crabbe on Mar 14, 2011 22:41:33 GMT
*Heaving for breath, he fell as the ropes tightened around him, and his face squashed against the cold floor.*
*He was defeated, his only hope was if Goyle could outdo the Auror team.*
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Post by Bruce Goyle on Mar 14, 2011 22:43:32 GMT
*Crabbe's hope was lost. Robards had disarmed him, and he was defenseless.*
*He raised his arms, to show that he no longer had a weapon and sunk his head in shame.*
*The Dark Lord would not be pleased.*
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