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Felixir · 08-01-2018, 05:21 PM

A few seconds was all Abra needed for his vision to clear and re-adjust again, but those few seconds might have meant the difference between life and death. He didn't really have a choice in the matter, however, especially not as, after swinging the leg, he overbalanced and had to take a moment to stagger to the side so as not to go down to the ground. That, he thought reasonably, would only end badly.

But the leg had connected with something. Abra had felt it meet a body, heard the smash and clatter of what must have been a whole bunch of Inferi going down, and a second later his vision cleared and he saw the aftermath of the swing for himself. There was no time to celebrate, however, because there were more to fight.

Or....... not? Abra was staring wildly around, his eyes falling again on the Inferi around Derf. He was ready for a second go at trying to help his friend, when suddenly... it was over? The Inferi just... slunk away, back from where they'd come. To do what, he didn't know. He couldn't be sure that it was all actually over, that nothing else would be coming, but this, right here and right now, had finished.

As though suddenly realising he was holding it, Abra dropped the leg. He stared around at the carnage of the scene, the students still standing, a bloodied Professor Grimsbane, and Derf, still on the ground. Derf, not getting up. As it began to dawn on him that the immediate danger had passed, the rush of adrenaline also started to fade, and Abra started to actually process exactly what had happened, exactly what was still happening. Pain flared across his back and shoulder, and though he felt something dripping down the back of his shirt, he didn't reach back to try and assess the wound. He stood there in shock, covered in scratches and bruises and his one significant injury, and started to shake, turning at once into a complete trembling wreck, unable to do anything but stand and stare.

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Felixir Forum Manager Book Club Mod Alley Proprietor Banshee Join Date: Dec 2008 Location: ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Posts: 50,165 Hogwarts RPG Name: Charlie Upstead Gryffindor Fifth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Aurelio Kaiser Slytherin Third Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Alexei Petrov Slytherin First Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Yves Flamel Slytherin Sixth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Achilles Zacharias Ravenclaw Third Year Diagon Alley Proprietor: Ezekiel Ransom-Kruus Ollivanders x12 x12	Lovely™ \| Captain Hurted \| Ariana's Bane \| Resident Antagonist \| Unparalleled Delight A few seconds was all Abra needed for his vision to clear and re-adjust again, but those few seconds might have meant the difference between life and death. He didn't really have a choice in the matter, however, especially not as, after swinging the leg, he overbalanced and had to take a moment to stagger to the side so as not to go down to the ground. That, he thought reasonably, would only end badly. But the leg had connected with something. Abra had felt it meet a body, heard the smash and clatter of what must have been a whole bunch of Inferi going down, and a second later his vision cleared and he saw the aftermath of the swing for himself. There was no time to celebrate, however, because there were more to fight. Or....... not? Abra was staring wildly around, his eyes falling again on the Inferi around Derf. He was ready for a second go at trying to help his friend, when suddenly... it was over? The Inferi just... slunk away, back from where they'd come. To do what, he didn't know. He couldn't be sure that it was all actually over, that nothing else would be coming, but this, right here and right now, had finished. As though suddenly realising he was holding it, Abra dropped the leg. He stared around at the carnage of the scene, the students still standing, a bloodied Professor Grimsbane, and Derf, still on the ground. Derf, not getting up. As it began to dawn on him that the immediate danger had passed, the rush of adrenaline also started to fade, and Abra started to actually process exactly what had happened, exactly what was still happening. Pain flared across his back and shoulder, and though he felt something dripping down the back of his shirt, he didn't reach back to try and assess the wound. He stood there in shock, covered in scratches and bruises and his one significant injury, and started to shake, turning at once into a complete trembling wreck, unable to do anything but stand and stare. __________________ Days of Potter 2023:___________________________ Which Bertie Botts Flavour Are You? You are Chocolate! Last edited by Felixir; 08-01-2018 at 05:41 PM.