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Post by aidenchristian on Jul 8, 2008 1:41:52 GMT -5
Aiden made his way down the long and winding staircase from the top of the west tower. The air was musty from the hundreds of owls cramped into the space. The overcast sky cast beams of grey light into the dark space, illuminating it with eerie glow. Aiden felt the beams pass over his face, warming it slightly, if even but for a moment. He had just released his black owl, clutching in his talons the monthly report to his father. He knew it would never reach him. His father didn’t want to see it, even if his secretary promised that his father asked about him, he knew that those letters made it to her desk, and no further.
This day always put Aiden in a rough mood. The thought of a father not caring about the being of his only son somehow seemed to displace him. He continued his journey down the stairs, slipping, nearly falling from the side of the stiars, on fresh droppings. He let out a loud grunt, the fright along with the disgusting nature of the thing that “nearly killed him” as he thought, made his day even more the brighter.
He stepped off of the last stair and made his way out of the owlery, being broad-sided by the viscous February wind. It pierced his skin, making him reconsider a stay in the owlery for a short while longer. With one final look back at the door, he continued toward the castle. He began to descend the stairs leading to the west towers door, the wind slowly dying with each step; a slight improvement on this fairly despicable day. He started down the last flight of stairs and passed a young boy on his way down. He shielded his eyes from the bright grey light, and in doing so, blocked his view.
Aiden’s shoulder bumped into the student and with a small “sorry”, he began to continue on his way.
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Post by irritus on Jul 8, 2008 2:09:26 GMT -5
Irita's had departed from the loud halls of the castles to find a more relaxing retreat. The females of this school were far too loud, and the males were far too annoying. The scent of over perfumed ladies was one of the most severe annoyances to the fifth year and he had no reason to tolerate it. The stench of these fools was far to offensive, especially when they approached him for reasons he cared nothing about. Recently he'd had an alarming number of females wandering about in his shadow. He never exactly saw them, as they never followed him when the sun was down. Irritus always wore the pitch black sash over his eyes in the day, and as such he could just barely notice the girls staring.
With an annoyed sigh Irritus made his way toward the west tower hoping to relax in the company of his fellow animals. The girls never followed after he made it obvious that he was peeved. It was a foolish notion to think of Irritus as mysterious, and what was so appealing about his dark demeanor he would never know. He could hear every one of their whispers and knew the whole of their reasons. Though, to him they were only annoyances. He couldn't understand anything about relationships with others, he rarely even spoke to people. His friends consisted of animals he'd run across in the forbidden forest, the owls, and his dearest weapon, The Blade of Carmen. Though, recently he was unable to hear the song of his lovely little scythe.
His thirst for a good fight was driving him mad lately, and the few little idiots he'd beat down were unworthy. He had a slight reputation, even though no one had caught him or told of his actual assaults. The fear his past few victims held was surely something he resented, as they only proved he'd fought weaklings. The winding stairs were likely as bright as the rest of the castle. It was his advantage that he'd kept his sash on the whole day, it would be bad to run into a beam of light. Though, even though he saw nothing he heard the birds above. He could smell the strong scent of feces as well however, and it was that which made him pause a moment. He was used to the smell from his childhood, and he considered it better then the abundance of perfumes in the castle. Though, a stray scent had wafted down as Irritus made way up the first flight of stairs. He didn't quite catch the smell, though he heard someone coming. He kept on his path, feeling sure that whoever was coming his way would walk around but was instead bumped. Normally he might have simply insulted the person of such, but he was both annoyed and looking for violence today.
"Sorry?"
Irritus thrust out his left arm as to shove the stranger with his palm. He turned and set himself to his full height and readied to attack. His vicious nature sweeping away the rest of his thoughts instantly and a coldly violent want fueled him on. His body was rigid in the desire to bludgeon and slice this person. There was no real reason, just that this was the right place and right time. His right hand rested on the rod strapped to his side and he faced the person. The black sash over his eyes showing his apparent blindness to his opponent.
"Sorry just won't do.."
Without a word more, and regardless of his victims response Irritus swung a swift left uppercut. The warningless shot came from Irritus' hip in a flash that would easily take anyone off guard. The fist was aimed at the boys gut, though only because Irritus was yet to be sure exact how tall this person was. The blow was strong enough to hurt , but because he was unsure of it's placement Irritus held off a bit.
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Post by aidenchristian on Jul 8, 2008 2:38:33 GMT -5
“Sorry?”
The boys harsh words caused Aiden to put down his hand shielding his eyes and look at the boy. He was pale with dark hair; something ominous about him. He was clad with the Slytherin crest on his robes and a most peculiar sash across his eyes. He looked as, if not more, annoyed as Aiden had on this day.
Aiden cut his eyes to the boy, unsure if the boy could see him or not. ‘This is not a good day to mess with me boy,’ he thought, percing his lips. He took a large breath, partially to calm himself and partially to show the boy how ‘not in the mood for this’ he was. He turned to walk away, to blow the boy off, to try to make the day good regardless of this younger student’s invitation of a fight. His moved his foot to leave when he heard the boy again. ‘Just won’t do?’ He turned back towards the boy. “Look here…!” he shouted. He moved towards the boy, stopped by a fist, the boys fist, just below his stomach.
He winced and took a few steps backward down the stairs. “Not a good move,” He told the boy under his breath. He saw the boy reach for a rod by his side, perhaps a weapon of sorts. He wasn't going to wait to find out. He threw down his bag and whipped out his wand. “You wanna fight?!” He yelled at the boy. All his frustrations, all the anguish he had been through, all the unanswered letters to his father, his mothers death, his disownment, every bad thing that had led to this moment was brought to the surface and in an explosion of furry he pointed his wand at the boy. “Try me”
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Post by irritus on Jul 8, 2008 3:04:09 GMT -5
Irritus felt the flesh give way under his blow and knew he'd placed it somewhere in the abdomen. He guess it was near the stomach and estimated how heavy his opponent was by his initial strike. Knowing his punch landed in the gut gave him a rough height as well. The years he spent fighting in the dark made it easy to do now, though, he was still at a slight disadvantage if this turned into anything more distance then a mid-ranged fight. He took barely a moment to evaluate his estimations and make a solid guess, though the weight was likely off. There was no question that this individual was in decent to good shape. Irritus spent little effort in listening to the words of his victim, it wasn't relevant anyway.
By the time the words of the boy were done Irritus had already thrust a second blow toward the boys chest in an attempt to hit him once more. This strike was a good bit more forceful then the first, but it was still his left hand. Irritus was no longer thinking of things with anything more then instinct and malice. He knew the places to strike and how to get there. He cared little about anything else and he held his weapon in his right hand. The diamond rod was thin and light, he used it as his wand and hadn't released it for some time. If this person showed himself to be worth while. there might be a bit of bloodshed. Irritus was going full force when he swung the blow, if he should miss then he would have a kick following barely a second behind it aimed for his gut.
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Post by aidenchristian on Jul 8, 2008 3:30:09 GMT -5
Aiden saw the boy start to swing his arm, and though he moved to dodge it, it couldn’t fully avoid the punch, which was much harder than the last. The hit to the chest caused him to loose his balance along with his wind. He tripped and slid down a few stairs on his back. He could feel his blood start to boil. He gritted his teeth and with all the power he could muster he pointed his wand at the boy and shouted “Incarcerous!”
Glowing ropes flew from the tip of Aiden’s wand in the direction of the boy. Without knowing if the charm had bound the boy or not he pointed his wand again and said, with less volume but more power than before, “Expelliarmus.” A large white flash of light shot from his wand, pushing his hand back as it left his wand. Quickly he moved towards his bag. He was unsure what the rod was for he had seen in the boys hand, but he wanted to be ready for anything. All of this had been so sudden that anything was sure to happen.
He thrust his hand into his bag and after a moment of digging, found what he was looking for. His hand hit the hilt of his sword and he drew it from his back. He un sheathed it and stuffed the sheath into his bag. He slowly rose to his feet and turned to face the boy. His chest and abs throbbing his pointed his sword in his opponent’s direction, the long black spinel blade brightly shining in the light. He took a few steps towards the boy and said in a low voice, “Let’s go.”
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Post by irritus on Jul 8, 2008 8:07:26 GMT -5
Feeling the punch connect, even if only slightly, gave Irritus a most joyous feeling. He knew his strength was good, and he had a lot of skill in unarmed combat. It was one thing he could always be sure of, he power and skill in a fight. This person, whose face he'd yet to see and name he likely didn't know was an opponent. He felt it the moment he swung the first blow, there would be an enjoyable fight soon. He followed through the hit and quickly turned to attack again. His motions were closed enough for now as he had little knowledge of his opponent's size and shape. He was getting a clearer image of the person he was fighting in every movement. The sound of his footsteps as he moved as well as the feeling of his body against his strike were valuable information.
The thing he'd been expecting was a curse, something he would likely not bother evading. Most used simple jinx's and Irritus had no worries about simple spells from children. The problem was that the spell he heard wasn't one he felt like being ensnared in and he quickly evaded. With his adrenaline pumping through his body and his blood flowing fast he was more aware of everything. The stairway was not so wide as to allow him to evade normally, as such he had to be more acrobatic then normally necessary. Irritus leaped off the wall to avoid being captured by the ropes. At the same time he zoned in on the sound of his adversaries voice and decided to attack again. He had not been expecting the disarming spell so fast and was knocked back and to the ground.
Irritus quickly flipped backward and found his stance again. He heard the steps of his opponent and then a rummaging sound and felt that there was a pause in combat. In this time he located his weapon that had been knocked away. The sound of a blade being unsheathed made his body quiver in anticipation. He wasn't able to release the blade without spilling blood. He knew that he would be fighting a swordsman now, and it made him feel a deeper thirst for blood. The cursed Blade of Carmen whispered it's song as he held it in his right hand, the length of it held out along his forearm. Irritus wondered how long it would take to produce enough blood to satisfy it. After that he would be kind and return every laceration to this fellow two fold. The challenge came to him in a low and apparently menacing voice and Irritus knew the resolve of a fighter was behind it.
"Good Warrior. I will show you the respect of such. I am Irritus Nox Arcanum. It is a warriors courtesy to give your opponents your name. So that.. if they may 'Die' they will know who sent them into the next life."
Irritus spoke quickly in a dark and vicious voice. His blood lust and malice clearly all he knew and he waited long enough for a reply before rushing forward. His steps were swift and nimble, everything about him read as erratically and vicious as the animal he was raised to be. In fact, the offer of his name and request of the same was all the humanity in him left at the moment. Irritus was a beast in the shell of the man and his every day in the world made him aware of just how different he really was. He would honestly kill this boy without hesitation if it was made an option. irritus needed a fight without restraint, and he would fight until he was given just that. When he was bleeding enough to draw his blade, he would become as serious as he possibly could. Though, when it came out, an offering of more blood was required.
Irritus took two steps and leaped to the right, kicking off the wall to increase the force of his attack. After the speedy motion to cut distance her thrust out his right fist with all the force in his body, added to his momentum. The black robes behind him flapping about heavily as he moved. He was aiming his attack at what he knew as the body of his opponent. His idea was to figured out more of his opponents motion even though the sound of his own robes was bothering him.
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Jul 9, 2008 20:21:17 GMT -5
Post by aidenchristian on Jul 9, 2008 20:21:17 GMT -5
‘Irritus… how fitting,’ he thought sarcastically. He looked at the boy and was rushed over with confusion. This whole time the boy had been wearing a dark black sash across his eyes. The sash surely blocked out much of the light, making a undoubtedly a blinding effect. And yet, where ever aiden moved, he followed him. ‘How does he… ?’ He closed his eyes, hoping to imitate the environment his opponent was fighting in. He had always done this, take a moment to weight his weakness. His eyes shot open and he smiled lightly.
“My name,” he told the boy, slowly pointing his wand at his shoes. “is Aiden” ‘Silencio’ “Christian”. A small flash of white light flew from his wand and hit his shoes. He took a step to the left and back to the right. The silence made him smile a wicked smile, allowing his whole self, for the first time in years, to be consumed in an evil sort, to embrace his dark demeanor. He needed a release and this would be just that. He turned his attention back to Irritus. The one fatal move that Aiden made was removing his full concentration from the fight at hand. He had gained an upper hand, but for the moment it didn’t seem as such. Irritus’ fist hit Aiden hard in the face, he heard his nose crack, and, after a moment, felt a warm stream of blood roll onto his lips. He gritted his teeth from the pain. Irritus wasn’t going to show mercy, he could see, and neither would he.
Aiden, with Irritus in close proximity from the attack, swung the hilt of his sword towards Irritus’ sternum. The weight of the blade and the power he put behind it would surely knock the wind out of him. He raised his wand and whispered, “Deprimo”. An orange ring shot out of his wand towards Irritus. It was a harsh spell, but Aiden was fighting to injure, not to spar.
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Jul 10, 2008 0:49:48 GMT -5
Post by irritus on Jul 10, 2008 0:49:48 GMT -5
Irritus felt the impact of the blow and was deeply pleased by the feel of the contact. The nose cracked and Irritus knew the blood as flowing, it made his senses go wild. The irony scent of blood wafted into his nostrils and he felt an urge to destroy his target growing. The only problem was that he was caught in his moment of fiendish distraction and the hilt of the blade hit him. If he had been focused the sound of the blade in motion would have allowed him to at least block, but he was instead winded lightly. Irritus took a single step back before he realized he opponent had moved without a sound. There was no way the blow hadn't at least made his footing slide a bit, and there hadn't been a sound. Irrits wasn't paying enough attention and it was going to cost him. As soon as he was ready to strike again he heard a mild whisper from his opponent. Being as close as they were the spell wasn't audible enough to be recognized but Irritus was given the feeling that this individual wasn't naive enough to cast gentle spells. Irritus quickly bent back and felt the rush of magic pass over him. His robes had been left in the air as he'd moved back and were caught by the blast. His robes were reduced to cinders and he felt the difference in weight instantly. His lips curled in a light smirk seeing that his opponent was both skilled and serious. He started to feel his blood pumping and the sound of his heartbeat was loud in the darkness he was always kept in. He could not see his opponent, and it was slightly difficult to catch a scent enough to fight with. He knew he would be forced to judge the sound of the blade's singing through the air and the motion of his body to fight. With the spell past him he quickly finished his bending motion in a back flip kick that sprung him up and forward. As he flipped he was sure his kick would have more then enough force to knock him back. The kick was fueled by all the weight of his body as well as the force of the propelling flip. Irritus waved his weapon across as he flipped making a horizontal line before he landed and spoke his spell quickly in mid-flip. It was unknown if the boy knew that the weapon was Irritus' wand. " Surculus Letem Tellema" The spell summoned a volley of ten black arrows that erupted from the tip of his in a diagonal line. The black arrows were silent to all ears as they had not substance to disturb the air. The arrows were not solid and and designed to passed through everything but precious stones. The would do little more then drain small but noticeable amounts of energy if they pass through arms or legs. Though, these arrows will likely take fatal amounts of a persons life energy away if they strike either the heart or the brain. As he finished his flip Irritus' arrows were well on there way and he raised his wand again as he rushed forward behind the volley. He knew he wasn't far from the person he was fighting and all he could do was stay close. As he flew forward he dropped the tatters of his robes from his shoulders.
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Jul 10, 2008 1:25:00 GMT -5
Post by aidenchristian on Jul 10, 2008 1:25:00 GMT -5
Aiden wiped the blood from his upper lip and took a moment to move away from Irritus as he recovered from the spell. He smirked slightly as the robes charred and disintegrated where they hung. He watched as his opponent kicked it the air, missing completely. He cleverness made the smirk on his face a little broader. His wickedness was getting the better of him. He could feel the anger and hate pulsing through him.
His smile was quickly shattered as Irritus cast his spell. The arrows flew through the air towards him. ‘Using dark magic are we?’ he thought. “Repousser!” he said, giving his wand a quick and powerful flick. Instantly, a bright white glowing mass came from his wand, and surrounded him. The arrows passed through the barrier and disintegrated before they could reach Aiden, each time weakening his shield. The last one made it through completely, passing through the arm holding his sword. It felt weak instantly. He shook it hard to try to rid himself of the feeling, the feeling as if he had been using that arm vigorously for a long period of time. Regaining strength, he silently moved again.
He was back near his bag, and with a swish and flick of his wand, the sheath of the sword levitated off the ground. With another flick, he sent it flying to the opposite side of the stairs. The metal on the end of the sheath clanked against the stone railing, not unlike the metal of a sword. Hoping his opponent took the bait, Aiden prepared to attack him from behind.
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Jul 10, 2008 1:49:55 GMT -5
Post by irritus on Jul 10, 2008 1:49:55 GMT -5
Irritus felt nothing as he flew through the air and knew that this was going to become a difficult fight. He could here nothing and he knew his opponent was now being quite crafty. The bloody fight that Irritus had hoped for was now out of the question if he wasn't able to fight without his sight. The chances of succeeding in this fight without a decent way to locate his hidden opponent would surely end his life. It wasn't a good idea to be blind fighting a good fighter. though, Irritus had almost hoped this boy would prove up for a good battle. Irritus would rather have brought out his blade and fought bitterly, but he got the feeling that he was not going to be given that chance. If things continued in this way he would be unable to draw the blood needed on himself to draw his blade. The sound of metal clinging alerted him quickly, he could move a bit more freely know with the form fitting shirt and relax fit jeans. He felt lighter without the robe and he shot off in the direction of the sound. He heard it bounce a second time however and knew he had been fooled. The trick was a good one and he felt certain he would be assaulted in his moment of foolish action. As soon as he realized he was caught in the trap he cast another spell to defend himself. The arrows were apparently ineffective, for if they had been most effective the sound of a fallen body would have been heard. The extreme fatigue caused by the arrows would build up over time if he was hit repeatedly. In a quick and quiet voice Irritus called the incantation of his next spell and tapped the floor with his wand. "Efflores Letem Tellem" [/b] At the sound of his voice spears of the same intangible material sprung from the ground around Irritus. His voice seemed to rattle through the area and wrap itself around the person near him. The darkness of his bloody desire projecting itself more with each spell. He was surely using Dark magic, and it only made the dark Irritus a lot more vicious. The spears came forth moments after he passed Aiden, giving enough time for attack but not enough to kill. Irritus had kneeled down to cast the spell so there was a chance he slipped away from the full brunt of the attack. The many spears made a loose wall that cover an area around Irritus about three feet in diameter.
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Jul 10, 2008 2:32:42 GMT -5
Post by aidenchristian on Jul 10, 2008 2:32:42 GMT -5
Aiden watched as his prey fell into the trap. He rushed towards Irritus, disconnecting the spell from the sheath which clattered to the ground. He wrapped both hands about the hilt of his sword. He wasn’t sure why he had such an urge to kill this boy, why he had let his anger out so viciously, but this wasn’t the time to be asking questions. The boy had started, the boy had called for and he would regret that mistake in his final breath.
The black sword blade flashed brightly as he thrust it forward. It made contact with Irritus’ back, near his side, on his ribs. But before Aiden could thrust it further, was knocked from his hands, pulling itself from Irritus’ back leaving a wound, it was not deep, but it was a wound none-the-less. Aiden stepped back surprised. All around the Irritus black spears, of the same material as the arrows had been, were springing from the ground. It was the spear that had hit the blade of his sword. He was unsure why it didn’t pass through, as the arrow had through his arm, but after a slight moment of thought, he figured it was the blade’s material, black spinel, that made the difference. He had heard of precious stones’ resistance to dark magic and figured this a prime example.
He was now unsure what to do. He held out his hand and with an ‘accio’ it flew towards him. He backed away from the kneeling Irritus and his wound caught Aiden’s eye. He could see the blood heavily flowing out of it. It was that moment of reality the brought Aiden back to his senses. Literally. His nose was throbbing now. He put a hand to his nose and whispered, “Episkey.” He nose straightened and, with a light crack, was back in place. Although he was not completely enraged, he still was mad. He walked over as close as he could get to Irritus. “Get up!” he said to the boy. “We’re done.” He pointed to Irritus’ back and said, “If you put these spears down, I’ll fix that.”
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Jul 10, 2008 2:59:01 GMT -5
Post by irritus on Jul 10, 2008 2:59:01 GMT -5
Irritus felt the blade tear the skin of his back, the blade passed into his side, luckily not so deep. The spears seemed to have struck his sword and he knew then that he needed to fight harder. Anyone with a blade that elegant as to be used against the dark magic projectiles was not his friend. Irritus felt the hot blood flowing from his side and he smelled the scent of it rush him. The smell was pungent and beautiful and he felt himself lose much of what would have been left of his humanity. The wound was in the same area as the wound his parents had cut into him. The same cut that had given him the key to releasing the Blade of Carmen. The cursed scythe that made him it's master and slave. The thing was like a parasite and Irritus was dependent on it's power. It had been far too long since he'd released the blade, and the time had come. The blood trickled down and Irritus caught it in his right hand. The blood pooled in his palm and he stood, turning to the sound of the voice.
"You should prepare yourself Aiden. The fight starts now."
Irritus lapped his tongue across the surface of the blood in his hand and then took the weapon into the hand. He had placed it in his left for the moment, and the moment he grasped it with his bloody right hand the black diamond rod sung. The lulling song of sad savagery called through the air and intoxicated the mind. The song was only light for now, but it grew stronger when it was swung. The blood ran the length of the small rod and then it suddenly shot out and grew. From both ends of the rod the staff of Diamond formed itself. Then, when the six foot pole of Diamond was made, a long crescent blade extended from one end of the weapon. The long black scythe revealed itself and Irritus' face twisted into a grin that was the most emotion he'd shown for a long time. The pleasure of the blade being released in it's fullest brought him a joy he couldn't explain.
The magical energy of the cursed scythe was strong, and it effected Irritus greatly. Irritus felt the need to draw blood take over his body and mind, he was used to the feeling. The blade made him feel a sick intoxication and he stood straight, holding the blade just behind him. The long wicked crescent of the scythe ran along the ground and the sharpened tip of the pole pointed up behind Irritus' back. With the Blade of Carmen out Irritus had no restraint, and a need to cut. Without further warning he rushed forward and swung the blade. As he swung the blade over his head he flipped forward with it, cutting down the spears in front of him and attacking the place the voice had come from. He flipped twice, tight and quick spins, before landing and the head of the long scythe struck the ground before him. He had swung in the general area and the blade crossed before his enemy three times, it was likely it had hit at least once.
The idea of Irritus fighting was now only to draw blood, there was nothing more to it. Each motion was sweeping and sharp, intending to gash the opponents and sate the need for blood. As even a light cut produced blood in the way Irritus had no reason to hold back. He remained on a knee, with the scythe held at an angel behind him. The blade hooked around his right side and pointed to his opponent as he held the other side in his left hand. His right hand was placed on the stair he was perched on for stability as he waited for any motion. He seemed truly an animal at the moment, and it showed as he waited for a sign that his prey was down. His blinded gaze searching as he moved his head slowly from one side to the other in search of anything he may need to strike at the moment.
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Jul 10, 2008 10:30:52 GMT -5
Post by 00wazzy on Jul 10, 2008 10:30:52 GMT -5
Nothing much was happening today except for the occasional owl flying through the building. No, nothing out of the ordinary. In the wizarding world, at least. He was just climbing the stairs up to the hallway which would lead to the Fat Lady, who held the entrance to his dorm behind her. Hopefully she wasn't singing this time. She shouldn't really quit her day job, letting in the Gryffindors.
His wand was pocketed then, completely unaware of a brewing fight up the stairs. Well, until he heard a spell being cast and the victim flying back from it. An Expelliarmus? Well, it was quite odd, people fighting on the stairs. Maybe he could break it up or something. Hopefully he wouldn't get a spell cast at him. He started running up the stairs, not noticing that his footsteps may give him away. Fully unaware of what he may get into, he barged into the scene of a familiar face-Aiden-and a blindfolded face.
"Oh joy," he said. He looked up at them, mostly to Aiden. "Need any help?" he yelled, taking out his wand just in case of an offensive being taken at him. He ran spells that would work just then through his head. Glisseo would be fun one, but he just climbed up the stairs. Even though it wasn't that far, just on flight. He could Stupefy him, or maybe use Petrificus Totalus on the blindfolded guy. Then they could tie him up and take him to the Headmistress. So many solutions, so little opponents. He loved dueling very much so.
A thought ran through his mind. What if he had to try and stop him because of Order business? Would that make this kid a follower, or worse? Hopefully it was just some spar over something stupid, like accidentally getting bumped into.
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Jul 10, 2008 12:54:40 GMT -5
Post by aidenchristian on Jul 10, 2008 12:54:40 GMT -5
Something wasn’t right, and Aiden could feel it. The dark magic now pulsing around Irritus was strong, very strong. Aiden took a few steps back and watched the scythe grow from the rod his opponent had been using as a wand. He swallowed hard and gripped his wand and sword all the tighter. He had dealt with infestations of dark magic before, but never at Hogwarts. He had just begun to feel safe at his mandatory home. And now, with this dark presence before him, he was unsure of his decision to stay at Hogwarts, and his decision to continue this fight.
Aiden was taken off guard by Irritus’ attack. The first of the three movements miss due to distance. The second however caught his cheek, creating a large gash that began to bleed immediately. The third in turn was met with the resistance of his sword. The cling of stone on stone rang from every wall and off every stair. As Irritus completed his move, Aiden quickly used the Epsiskey spell on his cheek. He had seen what a large amount of blood would do and didn’t wish to give his opponent anymore of an advantage.
He felt the wound close, though it didn’t close completely. He would have to deal with the open wound until he could get down to the potions room and make a salve to draw out the dark magic. Walked to where his opponent had been before the attack. And from off the side of the stiars he could hear a voice calling to him.
Aiden eyed the boy who called him. He held out his wand and mouthed ‘Flagare’. Silently, a stream of fire began flowing from his wand. In the air he traced the word “NO” with his wand. The fiery words hung for a moment before dissipating. He turned his attention to his foe. Aiden now was thankful for the months he refused to speak. It allowed him to develop his wordless magic, which proved useful at this time. He held out his wand and, with all the magic he could, said in head, ‘Expelliarmus,’ sending a large blue-white light flying toward his foe. He knew somehow he needed to get that scythe away from him.
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Jul 10, 2008 13:15:28 GMT -5
Post by 00wazzy on Jul 10, 2008 13:15:28 GMT -5
Blake watched the fight go on for a few seconds before Aiden actually figured he was there. With a big sign that he didn't want him there, Blake sighed. Sorry, not just going to sit by and relax, he thought to himself, and pointed his wand at the enemy. He figured that the guy was blind and was fighting by sound or something, so, as the Expelliarmus was sent from Aiden silently, Blake took his chance to distract. "Petrificus Totalus!" he yelled out, hopefully enough to draw attention away from Aiden. A blast of magical energy flowed from his wand and straight at the enemy, who would be instantly petrified for a while if contact was made. One question remained, however. What was with the scythe? Isn't a wand sufficient enough?
He was ready for a counter attack from the foe, and raised his wand for a silent 'Protego', and then coupled by a 'Protego Horriblis', which raised white, glowing shields of magical proportions. Let's hope my plan works, were his next thoughts. He hadn't been there a long time, but he knew something. Aiden was on his side, the other guy wasn't. Why would they just randomly fight like this? And on stairs too. Maybe it would be better to fight on level flooring.
He looked behind him, making sure no one would wander into this scene. He wanted to keep it secluded. It may have been order business, it may not have, but he knew he was part of it now. Time to stop this guy.
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