Lisa didn’t miss the obvious threat that was sent her way by the Scottish captain, surprised but not so much, as it seemed the game had been taking a bloody turn that wasn’t in their favor. Nor hers, for that matter, bodily threats did not settle well with the Spanish captain. Once the whistle blew, Lisa took the Quaffle glancing behind her as she heard the obvious grunt of pain from her fellow Chasers. They’d been flown into, nearly falling off their brooms as they held tight and tried to fend off the aggressive Scotts.
Only able to barely avoid being smashed by the brutish Scotts, Lisa even saw the glint that would end the game. Holding her breath, she stopped mid-air, staring up to see both Spanish and Scottish seeker going after it. It surprised her when Cho shouted her name, the girl had been quiet the entire time they had been together at the café and walking, and now she was telling her to…
Turning around, she caught sight of O’Neely, gasping as she raised her arm to block it, gasping as the bat struck her arm, pain shooting up her arm. Trying to get away from the bat had her falling off her broom, grasping with one hand. The strike to her forearm hurt like something she’d never felt before, and glancing down made her head swim slightly. This did not bode well…