Bwhahahaha. The way the tickling charm worked made Jake grin to himself. Tickling was totally the worst form of torture, oh yes it was.

MWAHAHAHA.

Jake was too distracted by the mini-victory that he didn't think to reinforce his shield, so that those freaking HUGE bird were on him and pecking and trying to take some seeeerious liberties.

"OW!" Jake exclaimed, trying to bat the birds away. When a few hovered away for a moment, Jake pointed his wand at them. "Duro!" he yelled, turning the nasty little air vermin to stone. With gritted teeth, Jake poured water at the rest of the birds, which curiously caused them to like... disappear.

Weird.

Oh... magic.

Ignoring the pain from the mini wounds over him and the blood that was kind of evident on his shirt, Jake threw the sheet up into the air.

"Duro!" he shouted again, and then, "Wingardium Leviosa!" he levitated it to the middle of the arena and then... "Confringo!" he blew it up.

The pieces wouldn't hurt; it wasn't high up enough, but it made for a good distraction and Jake threw up another shield.

Without waiting to see if the distraction had worked, Jake sent a hurling hex straight for Dylan and coughed again, wheezing and in a little pain.

Gosh darn it; one of the bird had either pecked or scratched at his eyebrow, and Jake could definitely feel it, and the bit of blood running down his face.

Hmmm... he needed a tissue.

And he was getting tired.