“Oh someone thinks they can play,” Eris said with interest though of course it showed very little through that awful mask. She didn’t know how Hector or Eros actually tolerated it. Didn’t having that same mono-tone sort of gruff sound take all the joy out of this whole thing? Didn’t you want your victims to hear the enjoyment you took out of their suffering? Seemed to her like this was all thought out by someone who was more coward than they were a proper killer. On top of it you couldn’t necessarily take credit for your kill because the lot had the same bloody mask. Nothing defined them.
“See if you can block this one,” she said as she sent first a blasting curse followed by the incarcerous spell though rather than at his body she sent the thick ropes shooting from her wand at his throat and right after another blasting curse. Rapid-fire dueling or really dueling, in general, wasn’t always her preferred way of injuring someone. Better you take them by surprise and bring them down with your bare hands rather than your wand.
But, when one was dueling to ensure that someone was put in their place - well - sometimes you had to do something that wasn’t your preferred method, didn’t you? This was truly less satisfying though any chance at harming a ginger-like Prewett was worth the lower of her standards of "play".