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Originally Posted by Alexander Wrekin  Alex was NOT keen on these MLE people. They fought like Muggles and were apparently part troll or sommat. It was quite ridiculous. When the first man made to tackle him he was JUST quick enough to move out of the way. Stumbling slightly he slashed his wand through the air and shouted, "Crucio!" Flicking a shield into place and then aiming his wand at the Lackey!Department Head's desk he cast a silent Reducto as the second man... who apparently came out of nowhere into being in the middle of the room... leapt at him as well.
Glaring at the man who was PSSSTing in the doorway he cast Incendio toward him... just for being there. And then followed it up with a Confringo toward the ceiling directly over the blonde woman.
As he tapped himself on the head he wiggled his fingers as he disappeared from sight and flicked a shield firmly in place. Quote:
Originally Posted by RachieRu Oh. So the tackling hadn't worked, and Alexander did not look happy at all. Serves him right for being a nasty mean cultist. Isobel kind of anticipated the dudes next move, and pointed her wand in Wes' directon. "Protego" Yeaaah. Nobody hurt her man. The thing was...she was a bit distracted, and concerned with stopping Wes getting hit by an unforgiveable, that she hadn't got time to kind of block the next spell that Alexander did. That was kind of hitting the ceiling about her head. That was not good. Not good at all. The blonde auror, moved backwards as fast as she could, as the spell hit the ceiling, causing it to explode. Iz missed most of the falling debris, but a few bits did hit her....causing a nice gash on her face. Well. Hello war wounds.
And...with all that commotion. Wrekin had got anyway. Well. That was not good, but he clearly wasn't Martel. And they really needed to find Martel. "Wes...I don't think Martel's up here." Yeah. Not anymore at any rate. DAMMIT. Wes had missed tackling Wrekin, which was certainly the first time in recent memory that he had missed a target. Now his shoulder was sore, the ceiling was falling down upon him, and when he struggled to his feet, it was just in time to see the brat disappearing.
Waving a hand at Izzy to shhh, Wes strained his ears for the sound of the telltale pop that would signal Wrekin's disapparation. Hearing nothing, Wes sprang into action and helped his girlfriend up from the ground and away from the pile of rebel. He started muttering an anti-apparation/disapparation spell as he scanned the room, his keen eyes noticing a flicker just near the desk. That was all he needed.
"Homenum Revelio," the man murmured aloud, whilst nonverbally casting a sticking charm at the floor once Wrekin's outline glowed. Then he proceeded to move around the Cultist in a circle, keeping his wand trained on him all the while. "The game's up, Wrekin, you're going down. I'm sure they have Sakura by now; all we're waiting on is Gevrik's and Recard's capture and then it's lights out for you."
He paused just behind where he thought invisible!Wrekin was and cast several nonverbals in quick succession; the first being a stunner or two or four, and the others being a tongue-tying jinx and a full-body bind; hopefully Izzy was next to him doing the same. With both of them on him, the man was NOT going to be able to escape any longer.
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