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* Kennedy Litchfield

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Saturday, July 17th, 1948
1:30 PM
The Crack of Doom


She'd have to give it to the Camp Administrators for this one. The brilliant theme, if a bit out there, allowed for plenty of room for imagination when it'd come to deciding this year's dueling set up. And not without the help of the Administrators had they been able to recreate an incredible show.

The counselors themselves had had to rise three hours prior to the start of the first duel in order to get it all done. Kennedy was exhausted, but pleased. But mostly exhausted. And her hair had fallen out of the tightly coiled matching twin buns she'd wrapped it in earlier that morning. Her fellow counselors hadn't been completely free of her tyrannical control either. Despite having their own duties to do, all jobs distributed equally, Kennedy had taken it upon herself to direct the others whenever she'd completed the task at hand. That was a little before she'd been kicked out for shouting.

Nevertheless, the arena had turned out beautifully.

Duelists, directed to wear anything camp-appropriate, but that which allowed them to move freely and unobtrusively in hot temperatures and steep altitudes, were placed at each end of a long, narrow rubble walkway. Needless to say, the typical dueling robes were not recommended. The precarious walkway, about 5 feet wide, arched over a teeming mass of boiling lava; the deadly liquid was chaotic as it whirled and crashed against the sides of the enclosing cave walls. The cave's ceiling stretched high and ended in a tiny open circle miles above the duelists' heads. The idea was obvious: trap them in.

In the middle of the two walkways, where the paths eventually met, they widen out into a circle of rubble with a single pedestal in the middle. On top of the pedestal rested a tiny golden ring. Unbeknownst to the duelists, the ring was very much alive, and had the ability to flip their duel on its side--literally.

"Duelists are you ready?" Kennedy's voice, enhanced with a spell, echoed down at them from an alcove in the cave's walls. At their confirmation, she rose her wand and let out a spark of light. "Then let's begin!"

And because she couldn't quite help herself, she'd forgotten to mention to the duelists how everything they saw, even the lava, was an illusion. It wasn't real. So if they fell in, they'd be tumbling into a pool of pillows.

The trepidation was exciting to watch, was it not?




((Only one successful disarming spell or action allowed per duelist.))

((The Ring has the ability to dish out some random attacks. Beware!))





Round 1 of 5:

Xerxes Gerdher - 60%

vs.

Briar Märchen - 50%
« Last Edit: 08/08/2016 at 21:34 by Kennedy Litchfield »

* Xerxes A. Gerdher

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Signing up for dueling, like most of his actions this summer, was not his idea. He had been goaded into it by his brother. A bet made, along with an outright challenge in order to get Xerxes to actually participate and make friends. At least that was what he assumed his brother's actions were. He had the option of not taking the bait, but in the end when it came to competition Xerxes could not refuse. Besides, he was not going to let his brother think he was a coward. He may be younger, but he would prove to his brother he was better.

When Xerxes saw who his opponent was on the dueling block, he found himself determined to win. Briar perhaps had quicker fingers when it came to puzzle boxes and well certain mechanical puzzles he had brought with him, but Briar was not about to beat Xerxes in dueling. Standing tall, he fought the urge to cower away from the lava. It was not real.

Or at least he told himself it wasn't.

Logically it could not be real because that was unsafe, and it was unlikely that the adults in charge of this entire camp would allow such a thing to happen. This was a show. Dueling was all about flash and theatrics, which was what they were trying to demonstrate at this moment. It was like the early Greek Olympics and their idea of form being more important than function, because in the end that was what Dueling was. It was simply a demonstration of proper form, rather than an actual exercise of combat experience.

Clearing his throat he gave a curt bow towards Briar, but a smug grin came to his features as he took his stance, his wand pointing at the other boy. "Petrificus Totalus," He said calmly, an attempt made to stagger his foe so that he had a chance for more intricate attacks. Xerxes was going to win this bout.

Briar Märchen

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He had never done anything like this before.

Briar had not partook in dueling before; he had not stepped into the arena to fight someone, it was harmless he knew because they would not let serious harm come to students, but there was still a hint of scariness about the entire event. Evidenced through the rather weary look upon his face as he turned up to the arena. However, he was not going to back away now, he had signed up and now he was going to do his best not to get hurt.

His opponent was someone he knew, vaguely. With his dark locks of hair, his slightly tanned skin, Xerxes Gerdher was his first opponent in something he had not done before. He wouldn't have been so worried if it had been a complete stranger, because he had done this guys puzzle box, upon insisting it was rather hard to complete. His fingers wrapped around the handle of his wand as he stepped up to the ring.

He stepped forward. He couldn't tell if the lava was real or not, they wouldn't put lava in a dueling match, would they? He figured that the answer was no, it would be logical to instill fear in order to get a good match out of them. He did not let the warmth (which was coming from something) bother him that much for he was confident enough, at least for now he was going to beat Gerdher.

That is what they did. They challenged one another; Xerxes had challenged him to do the puzzle, Briar had done the same with the objective to beat his time. This was just another challenge, he was confident enough he could beat him at this. He had been good learning new spells, he had learned several over the year of being away, perhaps this gave him the advantage, that he didn't know what spells he would use.

His logic worked against him too. He wasn't sure how good he was, he didn't know spells he would use. This gave for a fair game. He figured that was all he could ask for at this point.

The others grin made him smile; it was nice his attempts. He'd not fall to his level. He bowed courteously, one foot falling behind as he took stance, wand pointing at him. "Expelliarmus" He called, he had some sort of plan, but first it required him to fight for his wand

GRYFFINDOR
blaze my own trails

* Adrian Alric

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[OOC: Ref note! Velocity is not taken into account when it comes to the 24 hour period you have to post. You must get in your post within 24 hours of the ref's post. Future actions will not be counted.]


Round 1

 A1.) Xerxes attempts Petrificus Totalus. Spell is succesful! 5% damage. - 9:49
 
 A2.) Briar's attempts Expelliarmus, but the spell fails!. - 14:31



Round 2 of 5:

Xerxes Gerdher - 60%; may act twice

vs.

Briar Märchen - 45%; -1 velocity

Funny, how I'm nervous still
I've always been the easy kill
I guess I always will

Briar Märchen

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His eyes were somewhat taken by the scene, even though he had convinced himself that the flames were not real, he was still captivated how real they looked, how the air was warm, how they danced as if it were real. Still, he was here to play a match, not to be wondering as to whether the lava was real or not.

His wand directed at Gerdher, he felt the spell claim him. He was frozen on the spot, he could not move. It was a weird sensation, it was as if everything was tightened, as if his veins had become rope and were slowly tightening and tightening, forcing him to remain in that position.

His head ran with options. Under pressure Briar was not good; which confused him as to why he would sign up for something like this. No, he was aware as to why he had signed up, to show that he could beat Gerdher at pretty much everything. He was...not snobbish, but believed he could beat Briar because he had beaten Xerxes at that puzzle box.

A breeze tousled with his hair as, in an instant he cast. "Incendio!" He called, a spell that he specialized in, he knew he could get him with that. It was a spell he had learned previously, by his father around Christmas time, ever since it had been one of the spells he could perform well at.

Maybe Serpensortia might have been better? Conjuring was one of his best subject.
« Last Edit: 08/09/2016 at 21:18 by Briar Märchen »

GRYFFINDOR
blaze my own trails

* Xerxes A. Gerdher

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It was not surprising that Xerxes' spell had worked, or at least to Xerxes it was not surprising. Dueling was something he was quite practiced in. He was ready to explain why he would succeed considering that dueling was part of his education. What he would not tell others was that his education was actually him being his brother's practice dummy. Still, once he won he would be ready to gloat.

It probably would not take away the fact that Briar had been quicker with puzzles, but no one really paid attention to those that solved puzzles quickly.

Bracing himself he glided into another wand stance, his wand still pointed at Briar. "Expelliarmus," He said calmly, attempting the same spell that Briar had tried previously. He was certainly lucky Briar had been distracted, so hopefully Xerxes would prove triumphant with his attempt. Still, he needed to add on the pressure. If his brother taught him anything, it was that making your opponent feel unbalanced was a good way to keep them off balance. It only took him a moment to think of his second spell as he kept his wand pointed at Briar and called out, "Wingardium Leviosa." That same look of challenge in his eye as he hoped his wand would not fail him.


* Adrian Alric

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He was still at a lose of words, unable to articulate how impressed he was with the enchanted scenery. Adrian really felt like he was standing over a lava pit, sweating in his usual garb for duels to keep himself cool. The sleeveless tight-fighting black robe, appearing to be more trench coat than uniform, kept him insulated from the cold and comfortable in the heat. This was an entirely different intensity; watching the first duel had begun testing the limits his body could withstand. Standing so close to the edge of the short arena, where the cliff met empty space before plummeting into the replicated (he hoped) molten lava, the dueling referee remained wary of his footing and kept his cross-armed stance as wide as possible.

He had requested to act as the referee for this duel; a duel that had kept his focus despite the pressing fear of falling into a smoky death. Both of these boys were of his age and it was always important to scope out new competition. It had seemed the Hexenreich had been successful at thwarting the administrations attempts to have an underground tournament, but Adrian had hopes that there would be a way to make it happen next term (as long as they hexed everyone into secrecy like before so it would never fall on him).

Xerxes had gained the upper hand in the duel, placing Briar in one of the more popular spell combinations. It reminded him of when he had tried to lock Eli in the same maneuver, crazed and confused under the over-powering onslaught that was Oliver Razi. Gerdher did so with excellent precision, keeping a formal stance Adrian had only read about while he delivered his spells. The Ravenclaw also remembered being in the same position Briar was in, knowing full well the drawbacks and possible counters to being stuck floating above your wand, unable to reach for it.

His focus was snapped by a soft humming sound that began to magnify in the air. Honing his ears, he locked eyes with the glowing ring on the pedestal in the middle of their platform. Squinting, he reflexively moved his hand to his wand, unsure of what could happen next.




Round 2


A1. Briar's Incendio is successful, scorching Xerxes for 4% damage.

A2. Xerxes attempts to cast Expelliarmus. Success, but it does no damage.

A3. Xerxes attempts to cast Wingardium Leviosa. Also Success! But... also no damage.

A4. Ring begins to hum.

Round 3 of 5:

Xerxes Gerdher - 56%; -1 resistance

vs.

Briar Märchen - 45%; -2 ability, disarmed, floating for 2 rounds (Or until Xerxes successfully casts a spell), cannot recover objects from ground
« Last Edit: 08/12/2016 at 02:19 by Adrian Alric »
Funny, how I'm nervous still
I've always been the easy kill
I guess I always will

* Xerxes A. Gerdher

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The pain was nothing new.

This was what he told himself as he gritted his teeth, hands smothering the flames on his clothing before taking a few deep breaths. His brother had done worse, and far more humiliating attacks. Something that he supposed he would be up against with older students. A little fire was something he could deal with. Another deep breath and he gave a smirk up at Briar who was now disarmed and floating.

"What do you think, Marchen? Easy?" He taunted as he took his time to pace for a moment debating on his next move. He could throw another spell, and then Briar would be tossed to the floor. It gave the other boy a chance to retrieve his wand though, and Xerxes was not certain he wanted that just yet. He could just stand and gloat for a few more moments. His brain was turning over his options when he heard a rather ominous hum coming from the ring.

He gave a grimace, taking a step back and then giving something that sounded like a growl as he pointed his wand at the ring, uncertain at what to do for a moment. His opponent was up in the air and disarmed, so he should not be too much of a problem. He could still be wary, but the ring was an unpredictable variable, and probably was something he should worry about now.

With a decision made he made the movements with his wand, "Protego." Hopefully it would work so that he would be protected from from whatever was coming.

It certainly did not bode well that the referee was going for their wand. They had created the field, if they were cautious it definitely meant that he should be cautious.

* Adrian Alric

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The Ring's call was heard by the arena. Adrian felt a small rumbling, not enough to dislodge his footing but easily sensed by the small vibrations. He could feel the heat rising. The heat was already thick but now it was sweltering. As the authority figure in this match, he tried to appear unsurprised with what was happening. This was all part of the plan, keeping his face stoic even as he tried to look around to figure out what had caused this sudden change in the environment.

He felt foolish once he looked behind him to see that the "illusionary" lava underneath them had risen greatly. It was now twice as close; high enough that Adrian could not dangle his feet over the platform without lighting his legs on fire. Wasn't this suppose to be fake? Unnerved, face twitching in spite of the heat tightening his features, the referee kept his arms crossed and tried to focus on the duel. Just how were the two going to recover?


Round 3

A1. Xerxes attempts to cast Protego. Spell fails!

A2. The Ring raises the lava. Duelists' resistance suffers!

Round 4 of 5:

Xerxes Gerdher - 56%; -3 resistance

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Briar Märchen - 45%; -2 resistance, disarmed, floating for 1 more round
Funny, how I'm nervous still
I've always been the easy kill
I guess I always will

* Xerxes A. Gerdher

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Okay that had not gone to plan, but it did not seem to matter as the ring's action was simply make the room feel hotter and the lava yo rise.

This was all fake right?

He turned to look at the referee a questioning brow raised. Actually it was more of an accusing look. The stoic face on Adrian's face just made him frown in response. Hand coming up to wipe away sweat that was forming on his brow. He was used to the heat back at home, but this was different considering there were no beaches or seaside breezes to alleviate the intense feeling of baking.

He attempted to wet his drying lips. Looking up at Briar and giving a scoff. "Come now, Marchen." He would not outwardly admit it, but he had hoped Briar would give him a challenge. "Since the heat has been raised, let's say we end this."

He had been disappointed that Marchen had not tried something. Cursing certainly would have been more desirable than silence. But, in order to get out of this heat someone would have to win soon. Pointing his wand at Briar, Xerxes called out his spell. "Confundus!" Not as strong as obliviate, but if it worked then his victory was in sight.


Briar Märchen

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It was weird how he remained in the air, though he'd rather much be in the air rather than on the ground next to all that lava, no matter if it was real or not. It gave him a chance to think over what he was going to do next. His fingers brushed against his forehead as the heat began to cause his blood to boil; it was getting warm. His spell had failed, it gave him the chance to get back at him. He just needed his wand.

He had a plan. If it worked, it could see him victory. His ability to work under pressure was beginning to improve, maybe it had been a good idea to sign up for dueling after all. He figured that it was going to help him, improve, even if some of the spells hurt now and then. Either way, he was ensured by the fact they wouldn't let a student die. The school would be shut down if that was the case.

"Come now, Marchen."..."Since the heat has been raised, let's say we end this."

He never appreciated smugness; it was a horrible thing that he did not want to be. He was safe up in the air for now, he just needed to remain up here that little bit longer. He needed Gerdher to be more restricted, that meant the lava getting closest to him as he could.

"Yeah," He called. "With you in the infirmary, like that splinter you got from trying to do that puzzle box" A taunt, he was about ready to get down now, the lava having increased around him, the field of play growing smaller. He hadn't been able to do the boxes, he figured he was a little sour about that still.

GRYFFINDOR
blaze my own trails

* Adrian Alric

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Round 4

A1. Xerxes successfully casts his specialized spell, Confundus, for 9% damage.
A2. Successful spell triggers fall damage, 4% damage!

Round 5 of 5:

Xerxes Gerdher - 56%; -3 resistance, may act twice

vs.

Briar Märchen - 32%; -2 ability, -2 resistance, disarmed
Funny, how I'm nervous still
I've always been the easy kill
I guess I always will

* Adrian Alric

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Duel Complete

Winner: Xerxes Gerdher
Funny, how I'm nervous still
I've always been the easy kill
I guess I always will

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