There was cranberry and violet paint flying everywhere. The professor hadn't honestly expected things to pick up as quickly as they had but this was fun. It looked like Regina had decided on what she was playing for...the traitor. Camilla couldn't blame the women though, playing for the school she had attended growing up, had it of been her she most likely would've done the exact same.

Brandishing her wand she was ready. The words were on her lip and she was just starting on the wand movement to send paint in the direction of one of the Ilvermorny players when suddenly there was cranberry paint zooming at her. "Whoa! Protego!" she cast at the very last second the shield keeping the paint off of her but the impact of it splashing paint around her.

She hadn't even seen where that paint had come from! Camilla Stewart needed to get herself into game mood!

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This was almost like a typical game of paintball. Almost. There really wasn't any places to hide but she did have her wand to cast a shield so it was almost the same. Right away paint was flying in all directions and Samara wasted no more time getting right into the mix of things. With Ilvermorny's former Headmistress on their team they were sure to win.

When a new player joined the ranks of the opposing team AND sent paint flying at one of her team mates the girl was ready. "Pingo Cranberry!" she cast aiming her wand at the girl (Rula) seeing as to how Emma had already sent a shield charm Louise's way.

Surprised Brent Westwood? Needless to say, it was her American roots that won in the end. Sorry, Hogwarts.

With Kitty now covered in cranberry paint, the headmistress ran off to hide behind one of the walls for two reasons: protection and a vantage point. From her spot, she could see all of the action going on. The Ravenclaw prefect was aiming for the Transfiguration professor; Brent and Skylar were trying their hardest to get the other on their team (though she hoped that impressive move of Skylar's worked; they needed a Westwood on the Ilvermorny side -- why he was being so resistive, she didn't know); Rula was trying to bring Louise to the other side; Emma had casted a shield to protect Louise; Samara was now going after Rula; and Camilla somehow still hadn't gotten a dot of paint on her in spite of all the targeting.

Well then. That was going to have to change now, wasn't it?

Swiftly and quietly, Regina made her way from one wall to the next. She had even ducked and rolled at one point in case anyone shooting out the Hogwarts colour got any ideas. In the end, violet made no contact with her. The back of her target was in front of her now.

Following a "Pingo Cranberry!" and firm flick of her wand, a mass of paint headed right for Camilla. If the professor managed to block that, then she had seriously underestimated her defensive skills.

WHAT IN THE NAME OF MERLIN WAS EVERYBODY DOING?!

He seriously had a feeling that if things kept up the way they were going, he'd be a team of ONE, and he wasn't quite sure if that thought challenged him or terrified him. Either way, he was literally standing wide open in a field of players, and he was about to get plummeted with cranberry paint if he didn't come up with a plan. His gaze shifted from person to person to person, and he watched as his girl aimed to fire at Professor Stewart. Why was everybody trying to claim Stewart?! She was literally the only adult on his team, he thought! But at the last minute, Skylar let her Slytherin show, and she sent a blast of paint right at HIM. "HOLY BEARD OF MERLIN!" he called out, and he dove to the ground and rolled away as an attempt to dodge the attack.

He had always wanted to do that!

He sprung to his feet and dashed behind a nearby tree. He kept his gaze divided toward the field and toward anybody attempting a surprise attack. From his hideout, he happened to catch sight of the HEADMISTRESS exhibiting some really awesome moves over by the walls. WHOA, WHOA, WHAAAA? She'd done the dive and roll! GO GET 'EM, HAWTHORNE! Nevermind that she was on a different team.

Brent was slowly devising a plan, because you know what he wanted? He wanted to take down the headmistress. Forget the few firsties that had joined them. Brent was going to GO BIG OR GO HOME. Nevermind that this WAS his home. The saying just sounded cool, okay? He waited until the woman was busy casting on STEWART AGAIN, and then he attacked. "Pingo Violet!" he exclaimed, aiming at Hawthorne.

Camilla had just barely kept herself from being splatted with paint. This was getting intense for sure. If she wasn't directly being aimed at there was some really exceptional faking that came from Skylar. Props to her though for such a good defensive move. Why she was everyone's target was beyond her but either they disliked this transfiguration professor OR they liked her so much they wanted her on their team. Yeah, yeah the latter option was what she was going with if anyone asked.

Brown eyes moved around the field quickly assessing where everyone was....or almost everyone. Where had Regina gone?!

SPLAT!

What in the name of Merlin?!-

Something had hit her left should. It was cold and wet. No doubt paint...and paint from the enemy. Glancing over her shoulder the women could very easily see Cranberry paint on her clothing. It was also then that she took sight of who it was that had gotten her. Regina. The Headmistress was the only one close enough not to mention laying on the ground.

"I suppose you really want me on your side, yes?" Camilla joked lightly gripping her wand and taking cover behind the nearest tree. A little bit of cover while she got her bearings wasn't such a bad idea.

Paint. Paint. Paint. Flying everywhere and Louise had to smile when she spotted her former Defense Professor was playing for the Ilvermorny side. With Hawthorne on their side, there was really no stopping Ilvermorny now; not to mention that the cranberry color was FAR cooler than that violet. Reminded her of Thanksgiving and Family which on some level made the seventh year sad, especially as she thought about how she planned to return to England in the Fall for Wizarding University, instead of to American soil. It was a bittersweet decision she had made only a couple of months ago.

But no time to consider her future, or thinking about the fact that she wished someone else was outside playing, because she had to focus on the present and defending herself against the violet. Like the violet that was sent toward her again, by a badged Slytherin girl. "Protego!" she shouted, at Emma's warning, even though Emma casted a shield charm as well. And between the two, the violet paint rebounded off, as the Thunderbird scanned the grounds.

Another Hogswartians captured, which meant just the badged snake girl left and Brent? Or was there someone else in hiding? She'd seen Brent's girlfriend attempting an attack with an impressive defensive move but perhaps she help her out? It couldn't hurt getting a double whammy as it seemed to work on the Hogswarts transfiguration Professor.

"Pingo cranberry!" she said, her wand spinning lightly between her fingers, as she casually aimed for fellow competitor.