Dylan was ready. Maybe a bit of war paint wouldn't have gone a miss. There was something nagging the back of his head. Jake was his friend. And he shouldn't be hurting friends. But everytime he thought of this is mind clouded over. Odd.

His grip tightened on his wand. His eyes widened as things were fired at him. Butterflies and birds. Different. "Incendio," he fired at the butterflies and birds. The ashes floated to the ground. Rather dramatically. Weird.

He shook the water off his face, as it splurted at him. His hair looked good wet. If only Gold could see him now. Wet hair, and shimmering pectorals. It was a good look. Even if he was a little scrawny. He had a little definition.

He felt something zip past him as he was shaking out his hair. He didn't want to know what he was about to be hit with but at least it didn't.

He shivvered slightly. Surely the warming chamr should be working. Maybe he should recast it. Or it needed time to activate.

"Wingardium leviosa," he uttered, pointing at the butterfly and bird ashes. He gave his wand a flick, sending them in Jake's direction.

"Expulso," he pointed, hoping it would explode any shield Jake had created.

He quickly follwed with a "Confundo."