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Little shorty!
Grrr.
Peeking through the birds, trying to get a better aim, Ivory jumped to and fro. She hadn't won her elementary's sack race to just fall now did she.
Little did she know she had thought that too soon. For as soon as she'd taken a hop forward, a hole was blasted through the wall of birds in front of her, exploding feathers and beaks and gutswho knew what else hard against her shield. So hard in fact that if she'd had control of her feet she probably would've had to brace herself, but since her darn legs were still locked together the explosion rocked her back and she fell...
In her head she imagined, the Slytherin as a lumberjack yelling 'Timber!' as she fell hard on the brittle rock littered ground.
Giving a small yelp as a rock cut into the back of her head, and she felt whatcould only be blood since she didn't remember there being a water balloon there. Staring dazed at the overhanging of tree branches, she watched a jet of sliver light that was distinguishing of the Tickling Charm shoot over her head. Wait a minute...she'd heard two spells.
Crouching forward she saw her the effects of another. NO FIRE! SHE WAS SOO NOW CATCHING ON FIRE! Bright sparks had played over the edge of her robes, and she felt the stinging feeling that meant she had burns. Without thinking she brought up her wand between her lips, holding it while she patted the small flames out, only to be sent back sprawling against the same stupid rock with her arms suddenly expelled upwards.
Gosh darn it. Was she ever going to get up? Between the leg-locker curse and disarming spells, for a second she had the urge to throw her wand and admit defeat. Grabbing her wand in hand though, her eyes glued on the blue flame and as she stared at it, her eyes darkened in determination. No...if she was going down, it would be kicking and screaming and bringing the Abominable Snowman down with her.
Hearing a man in the audience yelling for retribution reinforced and solidified her resolve. No more nice shorty.
"PROTEGO!" In a quick movement that felt more like instinct then technique, her hand arced her wand upwards with the tiniest distinguishing flick at the end just like Lawson had taught her
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Recalling everything she'd learned about strengthening her shield, her intent had never been more pronounced as she felt the pressure of it increase as it expanded. Following the angle of the Yeti's wand she looked up at the overhanging tree branches, and angled her shield as she saw a jet of light shoot from its wand.
Concentrating on the effect she wanted, she watched smirking as the severing charm hit her shield and rebounded at an angle to a large tree branch overhanging Sasquatch. Sending it plummeting down. Staring at soon to be squashed other girl, she decided to add another for good measure because she hadn't even heard the disarming spell. "Sonorous!"
Using the next split second to cast "Finite Incantanum" on her legs, she jumped to her feet and brought her shield up again. Oh wow it felt good to bend those knees...sliding sideways she got behind the remaining birds. Now she knew how old people with arthritis felt. Poor old people. But now was not the time to feel sorry for them.
Knowing she probably didn't have much time but relishing the advantages of mobile joints, her eyes roved around and landed on the pile of dirt.
Lighting up as she remembered the spell she'd learned in her first herbology class, she aimed her wand and pronounced forcefully. "Siccus aerous!" A blast of strong hot air whooshed forward and hit the pile of dirt sending up a cloud of dirt.
From behind the smoke she cupped her hands over her mouth and yelled Protego then dropped down to the floor spying her opponent's quite luminous pale feet.
In a low voice with her lips not even moving she whispered a well aimed "Incarcerous." before bringing up her shield again.
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