So, capture the defense dummies, your own and other people's. Sounded fun, actually. Or mildly enjoyable if you were amongst the those who would call themselves under-stimulated. The boy's black hair began to whip about by Medea's casted spell and between it and the tornado of leaves, Cutty found it hard to see. Until,...

He didn't hear it, but for the lucky fact that it was made of light he could see it. Someone had sent a colourful glow toward one of the flying dummies and seized it from it's mid-air animation. The luminescence given off by the spell was brief, but enough that Cutty was able to detect the point of contact. Just where the dummy might be. And find another gliding nearby.

He gripped tightly to his Aspen buddy and moved it in a sharp angle toward the dummy. "Impedimenta!" His voice doing the opposite of trying that spell out non-verbally. Loud Cutty.