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BASH 10/13 m. Ferdinand(7), Peggy(3) vs Gawain(1), Elphias(3) Why was it, Ferdinand thought, that these skirmishes always seemed to arrive at the most inopportune times? Damn it, he did not want to be battling mudbloods right now. Not that he ever really wanted to be battling mudbloods, actually. It was less the timing and more the idea of raging off into a duel that was bound to end in naught but pain and embarrassment. Rather than actually engaging anyone, he leaned against one of the walls of the castle, where there didn't seem to be much going on. Casually, he watched what was going on around him without real interest. He examined his fingernails. If anyone came by, he'd curse them, of course, but for now, this seemed like the best option. To hell with being promoted. The last time Gawain had been on Hogwarts soil he had been an Auror and it seemed different now, almost like he was breaking some sort of law. He supposed he was, if one viewed the Ministry's orders as laws. He didn't but he liked to think he'd become quite the rebel. Gawain found himself alone and so he proceeded with caution, keeping an eye out for friends who needed help or enemies that were unsuspecting. He spotted a Death Eater not far from his station and Gawain watched the mask figure, trying to decide a proper attack. The Death Eater seemed to be leaning against a wall...inspecting it's nails? Gawain raised an eyebrow and began to sneak forward, planning on the element of surprise. He was not far from his target and then, without warning, a rogue spell flew high over his head and hit the wall above Ferdinand. Gawain froze but he knew that he had been seen and so he lifted his wand and aimed. "Confringo!" Peggy O'Nell, who also was not all too fond of fights (especially now after failing to get the baby out of the woman's stomach) was running around looking for either a nice, freshly dead body to get a snack from before she left the scene or just a quiet place where she could just leave and head home. Unfortunately, she found one of the nasty humans attacking one of the Death Eaters and she knew she was obliged to lend her assistance. Reaching her hands out at Gawain, she issued a Tripping Hex, then dashed over to try to knaw on the man's leg. Oh, joy. Another little mirthless vigilante out for Death Eater blood. It was a testament to his jaded attitude that, as Gawain's Blasting Curse hit him with full force. Damn, he hadn't been paying attention. He fell over, taking the blast directly to the chest, and grimaced as pain seared through his ribs. Surely ribs were not supposed to feel like that. He winced, sitting up, only to see that someone else was there -- was that a hag? Either way, she didn't look very charitable to the vigilante's aims, so he pulled himself to his feet and readied his wand, choosing, rather than strike, to watch what the hag did. The tripping hex hit his calf and he stumbled with very little grace. He managed to stay on his feet and he wheeled around to see the hag coming at him with a hungry look in her eye. Gawain fired a jelly legs jinx in Peggy's direction and took a few healthy steps away from her in order to save himself from being chewed on. He suddenly spun around towards Ferdinand and saw the Death Eater with wand in hand. "Stupefy!, he yelled, thrusting his wand in Ferdinand's direction. Ferdinand ducked and Gawain's spell bounced off of the castle's wall. Merlin, these people were frustrating. He twirled his wand in his fingers for a second. It would be easier (though much less pleasant to watch) to just let the hag do... whatever it is that hags do (he didn't rightly know what hags did, besides eating children and being ugly), but it would probably be best if he helped her out a bit. With a flick of his wand, he said, "Deprimo," aiming for Gawain. Peggy was not happy about the Jelly-Legs Jinx. She was an old woman and suddenly her legs were no longer responding, and just a moment later she was lying on the ground, her face in the dirt looking rather undignified, even for a Hag. She waited a few moments; the man she wanted to eat was getting away from her but she couldn't get up quite yet. Finally the spell seemed to wear off and Peggy tried to hoist herself to her feet - but something was wrong. Her left hip hurt more than it had ever hurt before and she was having a hard time moving her leg. "Bollocks," she said. She had broken a hip. "Pardon me!" a voice cried quietly, as a figure went leaping over the fallen Peggy. Not quite as sprightly as once he was, perhaps, but Elphias Doge would have very stern words to say to anyone who suggested he was too old to be out on a night like this. There was that old jovial lightness in him, that always settled in after the first heart-stopping moment of terror, and the shield he whisked up took barely more than a flick of the wrist and a blink. The Death Eater's spell went ricocheting off to detonate some innocent shrubbery. "I say," Elphias declared, giving a nod to his new comrade-in-arms (he'd tip his hat, but he'd almost lost it twice already and had consequently Stuck it to his head) "nice night for it, what? Stupefy!" he added, lunging in the Death Eater's direction. What, now people were jumping over her? Peggy groaned, her hip aching. She knew she wouldn't be able to get up to fight again, and no one around her was young enough to stick around for and hope they fell so she could have a snack. Well then, she was done here. Focusing on her home in Clitheroe, she Disapparated (or the hag equivalent thereof) out of there. Done. Ferdinand blinked as the hag disappeared. Had she Disapparated? Must have, though he hadn't known that hags even could Disapparate. But he didn't have the time to contemplate the intricacies of hag magic -- instead, he had two vigilantes to contend with, one of whom had a hat and was... doddery-seeming. With a roll of his eyes behind his mask, he quickly deflected Elphias's Stupefy with a Shield Charm. He was on his own now, so he really had to step up his game. Aiming his wand for the older man, he focused his energy into his fingertips and cried, "Ossisverso!" Gawain was very happy that the hag was gone because now he didn't have to worry about his leg being chewed off, unless this Death Eater became less concerned with his cuticles and had a craving for the leg of a 36 year old Welshman. The aid of the newcomer was welcome, but the Death Eater sought to take the older man out just as soon as he'd arrived so Gawain intervened. He cast a quick shielding charm around Elphias and then turned his wand on Ferdinand. "Incendio!" Ferdinand sighed as his bone-twisting curse fell, useless, against Gawain's shield charm. Excellent, just excellent. He looked around, a bit wildly, and saw that there were no plants to be seen (except for the requisite grass and trees on the Hogwarts grounds) which might be manipulated against him. Well, that, at least, made him feel better. He was so busy looking around that he didn't have time to dodge Gawain's incendio. Great. Now he was on fire and the flames were licking into his left side. He tried to stamp them out with his left arm as he used his right to cast, "Confringo!" The problem with casting spells while distracted was that they went wide. The problem with spells going wide, however, was that they weren't caught by the shields Elphias and Gawain were playing snap with. The wild blasting spell detonated on the ground to Elphias's left and a little way behind him, heaving him off his feet to plunge forward. Oh dear! He landed rather heavily, on his off wrist and his side and with a crackle of something he most fervently hoped was just his spectacles, left in his breast pocket. Except he was wearing his spectacles, and when the breath he drew in (to stop the little pixies dancing in front of his eyes) sent spikes of pain lancing into him, he had to suppose no, it was ribs after all. Bother. Gawain's balance faltered as the ground rumbled but he managed to stay on his feet. Elphias had not been as lucky and he stayed on the ground. The Auror watched Ferdinand as he continued to extinguish the flames and then he lunged forward in hopes of catching his opponent off guard. Gawain had always been the type to use magic over physical assault but this was a special situation. His goal was to knock Ferdinand to the ground and so he grabbed at his robes and also used one hand to take a swipe at his wand, hoping to disarm him. Ferdinand was, unfortunately for him, knocked to the ground by Gawain's attack. He barely managed to get out a cry of "Depulso!," aiming for the elderly man (he felt a little bit guilty about attacking him, but not that guilty) before his wand was knocked out of his hand and flew into the grass. Damn, he was in a tight spot. Roughly, he brought his elbow up towards Gawain's gut, hoping to get him away so that he could get his wand. Ferdinand was not used to physical fighting, and was even worse at it than dueling. This was hardly the first time Elphias had broken a rib (or, he reflected, as he rolled himself onto his uninjured side and up onto an elbow with a hiss of pain, two or three ribs) nor the first time he'd fought on injured. Once more into the breach, and all that, you know. So he ignored the hex that went sizzling past his ear, lifting his wand (and goodness, that really did hurt quite a lot) to shoot a petrificus totalus across the grass at their fallen opponent. Have at, good sir! While Elphias tries to actually get upright. Gawain took the elbow to his stomach and it nearly drove him away from his spot over Ferdinand. He recovered quickly and kept him pinned to the ground, although the man had managed to surge forward slightly in the direction of his wand. Then Elphias sent the body bind at the Death Eater and Gawain was ready to attack again but was interrupted. There were new sounds now, not far from where they were. Screaming. Gawain scurried away from Ferdinand and offered a hand to Elphias as he craned his neck to see what the commotion was. It was then that Gawain realised what had happened. There was a newcomer to the battlefield, someone that should not have come, and Gawain felt something like a rock drop into the pit of his stomach. Kate was out there, somewhere, and now Voldemort was as well. He no longer cared about the cloaked figure off to the side. His new concern was for Kate and the rest of his friends. "We should go." Ferdinand was battered, but not terribly so, and when Gawain lifted off of him, he raised his head, confused, to see what, exactly, was going on. He saw a tall, hooded figure and recognised him immediately. The Dark Lord. His master. This was the reason he was in this stupid fight, and he couldn't help but be thankful for the Dark Lord's appearance. Not bothering with Gawain or Elphias, he scrambled to his feet, painfully (it felt as though he had broken some ribs), and stumbled forward to grab his wand before running off, not bothering to look back. Elphias was back on his feet and steady enough to be going on with - and three cheers for Sticking charms, because his hat hadn't so much as budged! He pushed his spectacles back up his nose, and established that yes, he was seeing what he'd thought he'd been seeing. "I..." he began, and hesitated. It was him, Voldemort himself, assaulting Hogwarts, and it hardly took a lifetime of acquaintance to know that Albus was not going to let this go without obstruction. But as much as Elphias wanted to be there, to stand at his old friend's shoulder in this moment, it was hardly the moment for personal glory. "We have to get everyone out of here," he noted. "It's going to be a mess." Whatever happened, it wouldn't be small.
WHO: Order, Gairloch, DEs, DA, Voldie, Dumbles
WHERE: Hogwarts
WHAT: A big fucking battle
WHEN: 11pm 30 April
RATING: R, violence & death
STATUS: Complete
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3. Reinforcements arrive; BASH! (cont)
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