Originally Posted by Godric Gryffindor

Try to get the better of him, did he?

NOT SO, SIR!

As Godric was kicked away, he swung his sword with all the might of Gryffindor. Reject his benevolent offer would he? Well he could have a bite of his sword. The man straightened, his sword pointed at where a nasty little wound surely now was. "I have been kind with you and you did not heed me. You and all who oppose will find themselves with far more than that little scratch." Godric wiggled his sword in the direction of the slash in indication of what he meant.

"Mark my words, the next time you see me you will wish you hadn't." Oh how he would wish.

"Leave this place while I still allow you to."

And with that, Gryffindor spun on his heels and stormed from the hut, seething as it were. He could take this castle himself if he had to!

Originally Posted by Mathys de Nostredame

There was no time for Mathys to avoid the blade as it came down and despite his efforts to roll out of its projected path, the blow struck true. Though the French man refused to give this impostor the satisfaction of hearing him groan, there was no denying the pain it felt from the deep wound in his chest as warm crimson leaked from the line across it.

This Godric Gryffindor need not worry, Mathys already wished he had not seen this monstrosity and it was unlikely that the would be a second encounter. Especially if he did not make his way to the hospital wing.

Opting to save his strength, he offered no witty quip in return and instead watched in temporary defeat as the crimson clad menace stormed out of his cabin. Teeth bared, he rolled on to his side and made some attempt with his silk sheets to create a compress to the wound before adjusting his grip on his wand and conjured his Indian roller patronus which then went flying off towards the hospital wing for aid.

Originally Posted by Mathys de Nostredame