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Con_Stripes · 04-13-2009, 03:15 PM

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Originally Posted by XanaSnape

Kazimeriz took no notice of Truebridge's exploding wand, his entire mind focused on getting his cane beneath him and getting off that piste, off his feet, and perhaps getting a strong dose of pain potion. His blessed cane reached his fingertips, and he gratefully leaned on it. Just then, Truebridge's wandless spell shifted the cane from beneath him. The cane slid out from under the ancient man. Unable to support his weight with the damaged hip, his leg buckled beneath him and the old wizard collapsed to the floor with a low, animal moan of agony.

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Originally Posted by SeerCassandraTrelawney

Alessia's eyes widened as she saw the cane being pulled out from under her godfather and the poor man collapse to his knees... THAT was looooow.... Even for a Slytherin! She ran to her godfather's side picking him up by his arm. "Papa! I'm so sorry..." Her head spun angrily to that Bunny woman! She knew she shouldn't have listened to her... stopping the duel! She shouldn't have interfeared! Now Papa Valon was hurt!

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Originally Posted by XanaSnape

Kazimeriz shook her off, his pride as wounded as his hip. He rose to his feet, keeping his wand still firmly gripped in his good hand as he once again accio'ed his cane. He held the silver head of the cane awkwardly as he levitated his fingers off the floor and placed them into his pocket for later reattachment. He glowered at Truebridge. "You have learned well. Congratulations on your... victory." he said, his face stoic as he accepted the loss with as much dignity as he could muster. Still holding his wand, he transferred his cane to his right hand as well and moved as gracefully as he could to the stairs. It took every ounce of strength in him to keep his face dispassionate as he descended the piste, his head held high despite the loss and despite the truly agonizing pain. The cruciatus would have hurt less than this. he thought, but he remained focused for the sake of his honor.

Ethan blinked and dropped his hand, squeezing it into a fist to reduce the bleeding despite the pain. He tore out another feather and tossed it aside, feeling the dilemma of being quite unable to offer the old man any help at all or risk offending him. He straightened as Kazimeriz addressed him, managing to hold himself straight even though his shirt and his hand were in tatters. Victory? Had it been? It had all happened so quickly and he was now wandless.

And Kazimeriz was still being foolishly proud. As if he believed showing weakness was the worst possible thing he could do. Ethan answered him in an emotionless monotone, "It is an empty victory without a prize, Sir. Though, I suppose I should be thankful of one thing."

04-13-2009, 03:15 PM	#593 (permalink)
Con_Stripes Mooncalf Join Date: May 2008 Location: GMT +12 or 13 Posts: 7,031 Hogwarts RPG Name: Oz Thickey Sixth Year Diagon Alley Proprietor: Leon Odessa	The Eye of Sauron \| Zan-y \| Snake Charmer Quote: Originally Posted by XanaSnape Kazimeriz took no notice of Truebridge's exploding wand, his entire mind focused on getting his cane beneath him and getting off that piste, off his feet, and perhaps getting a strong dose of pain potion. His blessed cane reached his fingertips, and he gratefully leaned on it. Just then, Truebridge's wandless spell shifted the cane from beneath him. The cane slid out from under the ancient man. Unable to support his weight with the damaged hip, his leg buckled beneath him and the old wizard collapsed to the floor with a low, animal moan of agony. Quote: Originally Posted by SeerCassandraTrelawney Alessia's eyes widened as she saw the cane being pulled out from under her godfather and the poor man collapse to his knees... THAT was looooow.... Even for a Slytherin! She ran to her godfather's side picking him up by his arm. "Papa! I'm so sorry..." Her head spun angrily to that Bunny woman! She knew she shouldn't have listened to her... stopping the duel! She shouldn't have interfeared! Now Papa Valon was hurt! Quote: Originally Posted by XanaSnape Kazimeriz shook her off, his pride as wounded as his hip. He rose to his feet, keeping his wand still firmly gripped in his good hand as he once again accio'ed his cane. He held the silver head of the cane awkwardly as he levitated his fingers off the floor and placed them into his pocket for later reattachment. He glowered at Truebridge. "You have learned well. Congratulations on your... victory." he said, his face stoic as he accepted the loss with as much dignity as he could muster. Still holding his wand, he transferred his cane to his right hand as well and moved as gracefully as he could to the stairs. It took every ounce of strength in him to keep his face dispassionate as he descended the piste, his head held high despite the loss and despite the truly agonizing pain. The cruciatus would have hurt less than this. he thought, but he remained focused for the sake of his honor. Ethan blinked and dropped his hand, squeezing it into a fist to reduce the bleeding despite the pain. He tore out another feather and tossed it aside, feeling the dilemma of being quite unable to offer the old man any help at all or risk offending him. He straightened as Kazimeriz addressed him, managing to hold himself straight even though his shirt and his hand were in tatters. Victory? Had it been? It had all happened so quickly and he was now wandless. And Kazimeriz was still being foolishly proud. As if he believed showing weakness was the worst possible thing he could do. Ethan answered him in an emotionless monotone, "It is an empty victory without a prize, Sir. Though, I suppose I should be thankful of one thing."