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* Julia Cole

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11:00am
saturday 21 august 1954


The duelling block had been extremely well disguised. Covered in mossy green turf, it blended almost perfectly with the rest of the rainforest. Several trees sprouted up from the block, stretching up towards the sky. From their branches hung masses of thick vines, drooping low enough to touch the ground in some places and dangling at inconvenient heights in others.

A river stretched across the middle of the block, fairly wide with fast-flowing waters that ran deeper than they looked. Several boulders protruded at various points across the stream, providing crossing points for those duellists who wouldn't want to risk taking a dip.

Julia turned to the three duelists. She didn’t know Gil very well, or Brooklyn to be honest. Ori, though… She wasn’t sure if she wanted him to win or not. Orion and dueling wasn’t always pleasant memories for her.

“Okay duelists! Remember, only one successful disarm per duelist. Remember, these are friendly duels. Don’t play too rough. And good luck.”

She gave a final look between the three duelist before stepping to the side.

“Get ready, get set, duel!”




Only one successful disarming spell or action allowed per duelist.

Julia Cole is the referee for this duel. All questions and concerns go to them.

Please note that you must post in at least 5 rounds in order to claim your bonus point for the tournament next term. Your bonus point must go to the character you are duelling with at Camp Loki.





Round 1 of 7:

Orion Alricsson - 80%

vs.

Brooklyn Jones - 70%

vs.

Gilroy Locke - 60%
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I told you I was trouble
You know that I'm no good

Gilroy Locke

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Out of everything that Gil had done since he had arrived at camp - the parties, the picnics, the death march disguised as a hike, Quidditch and even the dance - this was the one thing he had been looking forward to. It was here on the duelling block that he could truly let loose, without the chaffing restrictions on magic. To use some of what he had been taught - from Durmstrang, from books, from elsewhere.

(It was one of the things that S hadn't asked of him, as it was Gil's own hand and desires that had led him to signing his name when he had seen the notice.)

Gil stood tall among the other duelists that had gathered today, his back straight and proud, shoulders squared. Picture perfect and textbook militaristic. The fingers of his left hand curling around the length of ebony wood at his side, long having missed the feel of it after the wand had spent what felt like an eternity in the trunk at the foot of his bed. Sure, two months was nothing in the grand scheme of things - but it had been an impossibly long two months, out of the six years since he had first been paired with it.

He had dressed - in his opinion - rather simply for today's duel. The white button-down having become somewhat of a staple in his summer wardrobe. It was paired with sturdy brown boots fit for hiking through the Daintree Rainforest, and beige cargo pants with plenty of pockets that fell past his knees. All empty, of course, though they typically held an assortment of items like his now-spent light and a pack of cigarettes that he had tossed earlier in the week when he had finally ran out of them.

As he waited for the duel to start, Gil ran the pad of his thumb over the bumps and grooves of his wand's handle, hoping that it would help steel himself for what needed to be done. While he had no real qualms fighting with either Jones or Orion, he had actually come to like the latter to a degree. And Jones, well, the jury was still out in regards to her.

"- Remember, these are friendly duels. Don't play too rough. -"

It was at this point that Gil fought back a bark of laughter. Friendly duels. Now he had heard of everything, and it made him wonder what kind of learning had gone on at Hogwarts if they could think of any of this as friendly. He shoved the thought from his mind however, and slipped back into the cold waters of his mind. Stance passive, and hoping not to give anything away when the go ahead was finally given.

Pointing his wand at Orion's feet, Gil exhaled softly and gave a quick flick of his wand, attempting to send a silent Commutati Orbem frigidus plasticus textus [1/2 damage, act twice, simple transfig] in the direction of the ground underneath the boy. If it worked, he hoped to turn the ground underneath Orion into something a little more slick than the soft mossy turf that it was. And if he felt bad for targeting his acquaintance first, even after all the evenings they spent smoking outside of the tunnels together, then it didn't really show.

at your worst, you're still the best
but at my best, i am the worst

* Brooklyn Jones

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Hooded eyes trailed over the length of the river as it cut a path through their dueling block. The water twisted and churned, pushing the occasional white froth upwards and over the edges of the rock croppings. The smattering of boulders that designated a path between both halves of the block were darker in some spots, tell-tale of their slippery surface.

The river was incongruous in its location, a fact she assumed was purposeful. And while they all stood on the same side of the dueling block, situated neatly before their referee, Brooklyn knew where she wanted to be.

But first, a distraction.

Thoughts whirling, fingers twitching an impatient rhythm around her rowan wood, her arm lifted at Julia's command, and she spoke up firmly, matter-of-factly, and without remorse, "Expulso!" Brooklyn attempted to aim the spell at one of the larger boulders in the river, hoping the combustion of rock fragments, dust, and water would blind her opponents. [-3 agility, -3 resistance, act twice]

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Round 1:

A1:
Gilroy attempts to silently cast Commutati Orbem frigidus plasticus textus at Orion. Success! 4.5% damage.

A2: Brooklyn attempts to cast Expulso on a nearby boulder. Success!
((Ref note: The dueling rules for Expulso specify -2 on each modifier, not -3))

A3: A wild snake slithers nearby and attacks Orion for 5% damage! (Don’t worry, it’s not poisonous.)



Round 2 of 7:

Orion Alricsson
- 70.5%, -2 agi, -2 res, 1 round missed, 2 until forfeit

vs.

Brooklyn Jones
- 70%, may act twice

vs.

Gilroy Locke
- 60%, -2 agi, -2 res, may act twice

vs.

Green Tree Snake
- 50%
« Last Edit: 08/20/2018 at 20:03 by Julia Cole »

I don't give a damn 'bout my
BAD REPUTATION

Gilroy Locke

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With the success of the spell, Gil fought to keep his grin to nothing more than a ghost of one as his lips curved slightly. It was short-lived however, as a nearby boulder in the river exploded, thanks in part to Jones, and pulled his focus towards it - but not in time to avoid getting an unpleasant eyeful of grit. Cursing softly under his breath, Gil blinked away the grit as he retook his duelling stance as his eyes continued to sting.

Of course, another wild card element had appeared out of nowhere, and Gil scowled all the more fiercely. The tree snake had lunged and attacked Orion of all people. He wondered if Jones having exploded the boulder in the river had caused it to attack, because now there was yet another thing to worry about on the block as it slowly got more crowded.

While he wanted to raise an issue with the referee about how they should keep the wildlife clear of the duelling block, if this had been an actual magic fight, surprises were bound to crop up all the time. For now, however, it didn't seem to be causing him any trouble, so he put more pressing issues first.

Leveling his wand at Brooklyn, Gil gave a flick of his wrist to attempt his next spell before intoning, "Rictusempra." If it worked, Gil hoped to set her off balance for a little while, but snake bites were no laughing matter. Another flick of his wand in Brooklyn's direction, and Gil attempted his next spell, "Levicorpus." It wasn't much, but it might give her a small leg up in the competition if the spell worked. Maybe not in the sense of the idiom, but at least her ankles would probably be in the air.


My muscles will contract, your bones will crack
It's just a fact 'cause I am here to win this fight

* Orion Alricsson

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"But if you're the referee, technically you're participating," he announced indirectly for everyone to hear for what must have been the fifth time. It had lost any semblance of cutesy banter before he had even finished saying it the first time. Each successive attempt to bug Jules became more tense, to where he was now shouting it aloud as he trailed far behind her.

Orion had never polished whatever tool in his arsenal was used for feeling culpable and apologetic. No, the soon-to-be sixth-year was painfully oblivious to how he sounded on their procession through the rainforest. The humidity, the constant snapping of vines under your feet, or when hanging ones slapped you across the face, all proved to be the wrong avenue to channel his misgivings.

He stopped talking when they arrived on the block (thankfully, for now). Bothering Jules about dueling next term would have to wait. As always, he was most excited for the dueling part of his summer. Orion had gone too long without being authorized to do magic, taking the warning from the lead counselor literally as he understood there to be some intense spell put over the entire camp that would make his spells backfire. The block, in his mind, was the only place that would allow them to even use magic which, of course, was incorrect if he would have even given it a little thought. (Since the counselors were able to use their wands wherever, or...)

Plus, once he was with his wand in hand, those small matters didn't concern him anymore. Orion narrowed his gaze to smoulder the combatents. To Gil, he offered a nod of acknowledgement. He was interested in testing the boy's skills while also mulling the idea of being able to hang this over him in the future. Durmstrang or not, he had to assume that this one would be the lesser of his worries.

"Hey Jones," he added an exaggerated wink to his greeting, one with his mouth open and half his tongue sticking out. Another duel, another crack at the Gryffindor, and another opportunity to get her right mad at him.

Orion was planning on continuing to talk, torn between questioning the girl's choice of wardrobe or applauding it, when the duel commenced and he found himself accosted before he could even decide which one to target. His feet swished under the newly transfigured floor, sliding across in a painful stretch of his groin that made him wish he had his skates on. Then, Brooklyn decided to destroy a boulder and fill the air around him in dust that assaulted the senses.

It wasn't the end of it. He couldn't tell who in that moment (but he figured it'd be Gil) had the prowess to silent cast a Serpensortia, but Orion yelp as a long, green snake struck his leg. Its maw bit right into his calf, thankfully not coiling around it to finish him off.

Eyes searing, the Slytherin duelist decided he needed to get out of this predicament. He attempted to Apparate to the other side of the block on the opposite end of the river, away from the dust cloud and hungry snake. It should make it difficult to identify where he landed next so that he could disorient his would-be hexers. [May Act Twice, +4 Agility]

SLYTHERIN
don't tempt me

* Brooklyn Jones

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Knowing what was coming, Brooklyn made sure to turn away from the point of the blast, ducking her face into the crook of her elbow proactively. Once the coast was clear, her eyes lifted, and she squinted smugly through the scene of scattered debris, dust particles, and water that permeated their block.

"And that's how you start a duel, boys!"

(It was the first thing she had said to them all day, and she hoped they remembered it.)

Moreover, the flick of her wrist as she shrugged off a non-existent speck of dirt from her shoulder was telling. She was proud of herself not only for starting with a bang but, above even her desire for destruction, for how far she had come. The days and nights she'd spent dreaming about casting a spell as difficult as Expulso, and in a matter as dramatic as she had just done, were plenty.

As the boys recovered, her voice rang out again, as cocksure as ever, "Are y'all telling me a lil' bit of rock-dust's got you ups--"

Her breath hitched.

Her nose tingled.

She had spoken too soon.

Brooklyn sneezed.

Her nose itched again and, realizing what was coming, she attempted to sneeze two more times in Gilroy's direction. She hoped, at the very least, the suddenness of her allergies would stun the boy twice over. [1/2 damage, act twice] [1/2 damage, act twice]
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* Julia Cole

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Round 2:

A1:
Orion attempts to Apparate. Success!

A2: Gilroy attempts to cast Rictusempra at Brooklyn. Success! 2% damage.

A3: Gilroy attempts to cast Levicorpus at Brooklyn. But his wand fizzles.

A4: Brooklyn attempts to sneeze on Gilroy, but her aim is off.

A5: Brooklyn attempts to sneeze on Gilroy again, but still misses.

A6: The snake, confused by where his victim disappeared to, slithers around, searching for a new victim.



Round 3 of 7:

Orion Alricsson
- 70.5%, may act twice, +4 agi

vs.

Brooklyn Jones
- 68%, can only use physical attacks for one round

vs.

Gilroy Locke
- 60%

vs.

Wild Snake
- 50%
I'd rather break my heart
Than risk breaking yours


* Brooklyn Jones

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She pitied the people who suffered from allergies, particularly the seasonal sort, she really did. The whole of it was unbearable: the itchy nostrils, the watery eyes, the gasps for breath before and after the fact--all of it was dramatic.

That was how she felt when her poorly-aimed sneezes dissipated anti-climatically into the air--dramatic.

Once the air cleared and she regained her composure (barring the occasional twitch from the unseen hands that tickled her), Brooklyn offered Gilroy a left-shouldered-shrug; she used only her left shoulder, in conjunction with a sheepish smile, as if to say allergies amiright? Her overall demeanor said she had truly meant no harm.

(Not at all true, by the way. She would utilize every weapon where she could.)

The back of her hand scuffed the tip of her nose quickly, a passing wipe in case there were any stragglers. As she did so, the sleekly scaled body of a python--or what she assumed was a python; frankly, she didn't care to know the difference--slithered into the corner of her vision. How she had missed it before she wasn't sure.

Though she hadn't been expecting it, the snake was wider than she imagined normal snakes were. It was long too, long enough that the grass rustled in multiple places at once while it made its way unhurriedly, and sturdy, as if the top layer of its skin hid nothing but a finely tuned metal body, coiling and uncoiling as it slithered along in its path. She wasn't a fan of snakes because of a lack of exposure to them, but, given the proper introductions, she liked to think they were animals she could come to respect.

After disappearing from her legs, Brooklyn felt the feather-light touch descend on her sides, and she gave an involuntary shriek at the sensation. It seemed her waist was the Danger Zone, and Gilroy's spell intended to exploit every inch of it. Fed up with the sensation, Brooklyn bounded out of her spot, determined to leave the unseen hands behind.

It didn't work.

Embarrassingly enough, she giggle-shrieked the entire way to the river that bisected their block. She could hardly concentrate on placing one foot in front of the other without wanting to keel over and give in, so looking up and casting a spell were well beyond her limits. There was only one thing she could do and that was to lie in wait, like a snake, while the debilitating effects passed.

Brooklyn waddled into the river, stumbling only once at the sudden decline that took her from knee-deep to waist-deep. The river was much, much deeper than it looked. It gave her pause as she considered how she was going to continue, the image of getting swept off the block by the current clear in her mind. She trudged on anyway.

She took quick, careful steps to the nearest boulder, one that arched cleanly out of the water and was too sharp to step on top of, and attempted to hide from her opponents. [dodge]
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"And that's how you start a duel, boys!"

With a bang, or a minor inconvenience? If it had been the latter, the debris from the explosion had finally settled and his eyes were no longer watering. But when Jones started sneezing - in his direction, of all places - Gil stood there nonplussed as whatever she seemed to be doing had proved ineffective. "Gesundheit," was said more out of habit more than anything else, but since she had been aiming at him, he figured he probably should have remained silent.

(She shrugged, he shrugged back.)

An audible crack from where Orion had drawn half of Gil's attention, and he saw the boy had no longer been where he was. A follow-up crack in the distance gave him something of an idea, but movement from the other duelist had green eyes snapping to find Jones...

... giggle-shrieking her way across the block and towards the river. Try as he might, but Gil failed to keep in a sharp, boisterous laugh at the sight.  At least one of his spells had seemed to have succeeded in getting out, even if she seemed to be taking it like a champ at first, and while he hoped to give Brooklyn a small boost, one out of two wasn't too terrible. He watched her back as she retreated and considered his options, tapping his wand against the palm of his hand as his lolled to the side just a bit.

Once he settled on something, Gil pointed his wand at the ground in front of him, gave a swish, and muttered an incantation to try and conjure himself up an ally, "Serpensortia."  One snake on the field - barring Orion, of course - was nice and all, but having one that was actively working for him seemed like a better plan.

I am the people. I am the storm.
I am the riot. I am the swarm.

* Orion Alricsson

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He found himself out of the smoke and the focus.

At least for the moment as the fire of the duel still smoldered. Orion, still gritting his teeth after his snake bite, surveyed his new field of vision for which of his opponents were in the easiest position to take advantage of. His eyes fell on Gil quicker as he heard the spell said this time.

"Didn't feel you had to silent cast it?" He barked, leveling his wand at the Durmstrang transfer. He crossed his arm in front of him, letting his wand fall against it to get the best look possible. "Stupefy!" That should slow Gil down before he brought forth a swarm.

Following that. Orion decided to point his wand at himself. "Doppelganger!" This was a new approach he wanted to try out. It was the most vane way possible to make it harder to land a spell on him. Far better than surrounding yourself in a cloud of equally aggravating smoke.

SLYTHERIN
don't tempt me

* Julia Cole

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Round 3:

A1:
Gilroy attempts to cast Serpensortia. Success!

A2: Brooklyn attempts to hide behind a boulder. Success!

A3: Orion attempts to cast Stupefy at Gilroy. Success! 4% damage.

A4: Orion attempts to cast Doppelganger on himself. Success!

A5: The Wild Snake thinks he sees Brooklyn’s shoe and goes to snap, but accidentally bites his tail instead. 4% damage.



Round 4 of 7:

Orion Alricsson
- 70.5%, +2 agi for 2 rounds, may act 4 times

vs.

Brooklyn Jones
- 68%, dodging for one round or one action (whichever comes first)

vs.

Gilroy Locke
- 56%, -3 vel for 2 rounds

   Snake Friend - 5%

vs.

Wild Snake
- 46%
I'd rather break my heart
Than risk breaking yours


Gilroy Locke

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"Didn't feel you had to silent cast it?"

"What?" Gil called back, cupping a hand to his ear as if to ask Orion to yell it again. Even with Orion barking across the block, Gil couldn't really make out what the other boy was saying. Given all the questions that he had peppered Cole with leading up to the duel during their trek through the Daintree Forest, he figured it probably wasn't important anyways.

Right now, however, the only thing he was concerned about was the success of his summoned ally. It coiled near his feet proudly, looking all the ready to strike. But that was when the Studpefy of Orion's hit him, and Gil recoiled a little, feeling the spell slowly start to take grip of him. While the spell didn't flat out stun him, it did slow his reactions a little, and Gil swore under his breath as his muscles magically froze up.

Gil willed his summoned snake into action, and sent it slithering across the block towards the river to try and nip at Brooklyn's ankles [damage]. He knew it was probably going to end up as a fruitless endeavor, with her hiding out by the rock, but it would still hopefully keep her busy given how slippery Orion was proving.

Still, slippery or not, he still needed to try. Pointing his wand at Orion, Gil exhaled softly and intoned, "Fumus Suffocare." He hoped if it worked, that the spell would put the boy out of commission for a little while, especially with all the traction the other boy was starting to build up.
black ocean, cold and dark
i am the hungry shark
fast  and  merciless

* Orion Alricsson

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He had a better sense of the duel now. Orion figured that  with two of of him roaming the block now, the Slytherin would be a target soon enough. Either when his spell's effects wore off on Gil or Brook saw the opportunity to strike with all her fury.

He winked at his doppelganger, which it returned in kind. He hadn't gotten much practice in using it, deciding it was worth his time after the final with how Jules had used it as an often pulled weapon in her arsenal of spells. The satisfaction with pulling it off so easily was multiplied by two now, and he needed to act promptly because of it.

With that in mind, the first spell he attempted was another on himself. Not moving his wand away from where he held it at his chest, Orion attempted to cast an "Expecto Patronum!" on himself. It'd make him push through the lingering pain emanating from his biten calf. Then, his gaze moved from opponent to opponent, debating which to target first.

"Levicorpus!" He yelled, this time moving his wand to point at Brooklyn in his attempt to try and land the spell on her successfully. He didn't drift away, keeping his wand pointed at her as he tried to silently cast Expelliarmus at her.

His eyes found Gil's gaze, not making out the words he said but definitely taking note of the target. Rather than wait to see the effects take place, Orion countered with a spell of his own. Aiming his wand at Gil, the Slytherin duelist attempted to use his most powerful charm. "Obliviate!"

SLYTHERIN
don't tempt me

* Julia Cole

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Round 4:

A1:
Gilroy’s Snake Friend attempts to bite Brooklyn’s ankles, but Brooklyn dodges!

A2: Gilroy attempts to cast Fumus Suffocare at Orion. Success!

A3: Orion attempts to silently cast Expelliarmus on Brooklyn. Success! 1% damage.

A4: Orion attempts to cast Expecto Patronum on himself. Success! 4% health!

A5: Orion attempts to cast Levicorpus on Brooklyn. Success! 3% damage.

A6: Orion attempts to cast Obliviate on Gilroy. Success! 3% damage.

A7: Wild Tree Snake slithers over to the confused Gilroy and bites his ankle. 5% damage.



Round 5 of 7:

Orion Alricsson
- 74.5%, +2 agi for 1 round, fainted for 1 round, can only attempt dodge action

vs.

Brooklyn Jones
- 64%, -4 abi, -1 agi, disarmed, can only use physical attacks, must use a physical action to pick up wand, in the air for 2 rounds or until a successful Liberacorpus is cast, unable to recover objects from the ground, 1 round missed, 2 until forfeit

vs.

Gilroy Locke
- 48%, -3 vel for 1 round, cannot cast any spells (silent or spoken) for 2 rounds

   Snake Friend - 5%

vs.

Wild Tree Snake
- 46%
We accept the love
we think we deserve

Gilroy Locke

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Gil felt his chest swell when the spell worked -
- ex nihilo; smoke from nothing -
- but then his mind Blinked.

Pain near his ankle was at the forefront of everything, prickling with sharp clarity despite his thoughts being as thick as mud, and dark green eyes snapped to find the source. His lips pressed into a thin line and the sneer came easily, eyeing the pest that had been at fault. How it managed to bite through his hiking boots was lost on him, but pain didn't lie, and neither would the puncture marks.

A part of him - quiet and lost in the fog - tried to remind himself of the fact that they didn't normally attack unless provoked.  But the reasoning was lost on himself as he only saw the snake slithering by his feet. Everything else might as well have been white noise until the pieces tumbled back into place.

"Get a good taste? Cuz I hope you broke your damn fangs," Gil spat at the scaly culprit, his tone dripping crude venom. He tried to shake the cobwebs in his head to no avail and glanced down at the length of ebony in his hand after it dropped to his side from whatever it had been pointed at. He turned it over in his hand and tried to wonder why he was holding it, before finally looking back up and around.

Where the h-

Green eyes fell on the girl dangling in the air by her ankles, above the boulder in the middle of the river. River? His head tilted to the side, mouth open just slightly, still taking in the sight and his surroundings. "Having fun up there?" was the best he could think of asking, before taking a seat near where the green turf met the river, and trying to get a better look at the bite. He hoped he didn't need to go get a shot now because of this. He hated needles.

As he sat at the edge, Gil scrubbed at his face in an attempt at feeling better and collecting his thoughts [+1/2 health, act twice], while trying to puzzle out where he was and what was going on. The girl on the sidelines and the fact that his wand(?) was out had to have meant something. But he was at a loss for the girl in the air and the snakes - both the one (his) in the water and the one that had bit him - were irksome mysteries.

Well, maybe not the one in the water, since he felt some small kinship with it, as it [snake friend] just slithered around listlessly with no assigned purpose. "Same," he scoffed lightly under his breath, before tearing his gaze away from it to let it do whatever it wanted to do so long as it didn't bother him.

nothing but a mad dog with a gilded collar
clawing, clawing, clawing away at his leash

* Orion Alricsson

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Smoke formed around him. They seemed to rise from the ground, guided to wrap around his neck and face. He could access, at that point, what he had used and where his consciousness would be going soon.

He did get to watch his own patronus, more of a mist than a shape, clash with the black of Gil's spell. When one moved up, the other went down. Instantly, he began to feel better as he braced against the suffocation.

It's not that he wasn't aware of the correct counterspell to use, even as his palms proved pointless when trying to grasp at the intangible noose that was beginning to tighten. Breathing in the smoke seemed to push it even more, until his eyes were watery and light-headed didn't accurately define its dizzying effects.

His fall was a dramatic one. Orion spun inward, falling over his own foot as he aimed to land on hid back. There was no purposeful movement as the world began to spiral. The last thing he remembered was letting out a gasp, half grim and half delighted, upon seeing Brooklyn Jones dangling upside down.

SLYTHERIN
don't tempt me

* Julia Cole

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Round 5:

A1:
Gilroy attempts to scrub his face and collect his thoughts. Success! He regains 2.5% health.

A2: Wild Tree snake goes to lunge at Orion, but just misses him as Orion falls.



Round 6 of 7:

Orion Alricsson
- 74.5%

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Brooklyn Jones
- 64%, disarmed, can only use physical attacks, must use a physical action to pick up wand, in the air for 1 round or until a successful Liberacorpus is cast, unable to recover objects from the ground, 2 rounds missed, 1 until forfeit

vs.

Gilroy Locke
- 50.5%, cannot cast any spells (silent or spoken) for 1 round, may act twice

   Snake Friend - 5%

vs.

Wild Tree Snake
- 46%
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As Gil sat at the edge, he felt a pang of boredom well up inside of him. He watched the floating girl for a moment longer, waiting to see if she even answered him, before sighing and catching movement out of the corner of his eye.

The snake that had bit him slithered across the river towards another body and Gil found himself quirking an eyebrow. While he wasn't one to judge others where they ended up sleeping - as he had slept on stoops and in alleys before - the middle of some snake infested forest seemed like a bad choice.

"Bad time for a nap, don't you think?" he called out to the bloke across the ways. He had missed the snake lunging at his opponent, and the boy slipping out of the way from the fall. Picking up a rock, Gil stood up and lobbed it across the way in hopes of disorientating the wild snake. [1/2 damage, act twice]

Once that was done, Gil slid down the hill and moved towards the water, trying to circle around it in order hide behind the big rock that Floating Girl (Brooklyn) was above [dodge]. He hoped that by breaking line of sight, maybe the snake would lose interest. He highly doubted it, but it seemed like a solid plan at the time.

at your worst, you're still the best
but at my best, i am the worst

* Julia Cole

    (08/26/2018 at 09:25)
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Round 6:

A1:
Gilroy attempts to throw a rock at the Wild Tree Snake. Success! 4.5% damage!

A2: Gilroy attempts to dodge behind the boulder. Success!

A3: Brooklyn falls from Levicorpus for 6% damage!

A4: Wild Tree Snake slithers around, trying to find out who rudely threw a rock at him.



Round 7 of 7:

Orion Alricsson
- 74.5%

vs.

Brooklyn Jones - Forfeit


vs.

Gilroy Locke
- 50.5%, dodged for 1 attack or 1 round (whichever comes first), may act twice

   Snake Friend - 5%

vs.

Wild Tree Snake
- 41.5%
I'd rather break my heart
Than risk breaking yours


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