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Post by Deleted on Jun 9, 2016 16:18:01 GMT -5
He had prepared himself to be roast duck. Yet. He stood in amazement and wonder because while Kaleb knew he should do something, this was just plain embarrassing and it was not even him casting the spell or in this case trying to cast the spell and failing hard.
Kaleb rubbed his eyes to make sure that he understood this correctly. Nope, still nothing. No big fire flame of death, not even a burning coal.
"Cast it again,"
He didn't want the easy way out, not that the battle had been easy by any means, but he refused to let this battle go any further until she cast it again. Besides maybe he'd die and that would be epic. Okay not really but still.
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Post by Ana Gray on Jun 11, 2016 8:39:33 GMT -5
While the fire inside her roared, the fire from her wand did not. Instead of an explosive ending to this shit show, the two simply stared at each other in silence. Her arm dropped to her side, eyes wide with fury and fear. She had tried so hard to better this boy, and in the end, he still won, and she was growing more and more humiliated by the second. He did not warrant any hatred from her, but she wanted to rid his ugly face from this shitty arena. Ugly scruff. Ugly tongue. Ugly corpse. Withered and rotten. She hated him. But she was on the verge of vomiting, and her legs felt like they may as well have snapped and broken beneath her. Slapping her palm to her mouth, she let out a muffled scream; with her nails digging into her cheek, her wand falling limp in her lap. If she could tear herself apart before he had the chance, she would. But knowing her luck, she'd somehow fuck that up, too. "Cast it again,"Her gaze shot back up to him, obviously puzzled. What did he mean " cast it again"? Why wasn't he stomping her half to death? He was obviously irritated with her, having every reason to enact revenge or to laugh at her position. Instead, he was doing fucking nothing at all and letting her have another shot. "I don't need your pity," Her brow pinched, her voice drenched in offense. How dare he? How dare he? But did she have too much pride to not take this opportunity? Or did he have some sort of trick up his sleeve, to make her look stupid once again? Was he toying with her? Why didn't he just off her already, god damn it? Did it matter? Lifting her arm again, eyes glaring him down, the smoke began from her wand once more. nbP8q3V0(,: such a gentleman
edit: thank u... thank u RNG gods... thank u for giving Ana this chance 2 kill a man |
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Post by Deleted on Jun 11, 2016 12:37:58 GMT -5
Char was the only word that came to mind. Oh there was singe too, but Char sounded cool especially with a roll of the R and what not. His eyebrows were charred. Luckily enough his face would only have smoke damage. However his eyebrows, they literally were smoked and then falling onto the dueling platform. His mouth was agape with surprise and then his body went limp and he fell, passed out more accurately. As his body crashed the impact made his eyebrow hairs gently flutter around and then land directly into his mouth. That was going to make him throw up once he came too, but for now the boy was done.
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Post by Ana Gray on Jun 12, 2016 17:57:50 GMT -5
The spell roared from her wand this time, and her ruby lipped smile spread like a wicked wildfire. The fiendfyre spiraled upward, screeching and changing from figure to figure, shifting from monstrous form to monstrous form. And if the fire could laugh, it would chitter like a hyena at the sight of the ill prepared boy. Or perhaps that's what Ana wished. She wished so dearly that he had no tricks up his sleeve, and that he was just a fucking moron. The fire poured itself into the direction of the Ravenclaw, and for a moment she could not see the destruction's wake. But, the fire dimmed quickly, still ultimately a pathetic attempt, but... Ana watched in silence as Kaleb collapsed. Her eyes wide, mouth agape in surprise. He literally had nothing planned. He literally succumbed to her willingly. "What the hell?" She murmured, but as soon as she broke the silence, her smile came back once more. A cackle erupted from her, booming and echoing throughout the arena. She wasn't sure if it was seeing Gandy fall, or if because it was finally over before it could have gotten much, much worse for her. Dragging herself over, laughter growing more and more strained, she slapped his unconscious cheek with the back of her hand. "You fucking idiot," She told him, plainly. But he probably wasn't getting up any time soon. And his eyebrows? God, he was horrendous. Accepting this, she finally laid down, beside his stupid corpse; her legs were completely numb and motionless now. "I win." She laughed one last time, and the platform began to shift from the lava beneath her, back into the empty tower it was before. She closed her eyes in wait for whoever the hell to come get their weary bodies. END...? (DUN DUN DUN)
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