A Test of Strength Closed

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ORANGE TEAM 0 Points Reducio Seeker: @Prat Pass Comet 180 Reducio Prodigal -DADA, Lovely Creature Sta: 700/700 Eva: 8 Str: 6 Wis: 7 ArcP: 7 Acc: 9 Keeper: @Mamori Anezaki Nimbus 1500 Reducio Non-Human Enthusiast Sta: 500/500 Eva: 8 Str: 5 Wis: 7 ArcP: 3 Acc: 7 Beater: @Aston Beckett Comet 180 Reducio The Muggle Condition, Evasive Maneuvers Sta: 1000/1000 Eva: 10 Str: 10 Wis: 1 ArcP: 1 Acc: 15 Chaser:@ Alliasta Holista Blatchin Birch Reducio Lovely Creature, Calming Presence Sta: 0/600 Eva: 6 Str: 7 Wis: 7 ArcP: 6 Acc: 8 Chaser: @Cass Ito Acacia Murillo Comet 180 Reducio Muggle condition Sta: 900/900 Eva: 9 Str: 8 Wis: 6 ArcP: 0 Acc: 15 Chaser:@ Elisa Shakestra Nimbus 1700 Reducio Sta: 5 Eva: 7 Str: 7 Wis: 8 ArcP: 4 Acc: 9 -------------------------------------------------- BackUp Seeker: @Aodhan Shaw

PURPLE TEAM 20 Points Reducio Seeker: @Eugenia Karageorgiadi Comet 180 Reducio Perfectionist, Evasive Maneuvers Sta: 150/900 Eva: 8 Str: 2 Wis: 10 ArcP: 6 Acc: 10 Keeper: @Maisie Gemmell Silver Arrow Reducio Sta: 1000/1000 Eva: 10 Str: 5 Wis: 10 ArcP: 7 Acc: 11 Beater: @Meyra Lancaster Silver Arrow Reducio WereWolf Sta: 900/900 Eva: 10 Str: 10 Wis: 5 ArcP: 3 Acc: 10/reducio] Chaser: @Camilla Carter School Broom Reducio Sta: 800/800 Eva: 10 Str: 7 Wis: 0 ArcP: 0 Acc: 10 Chaser: @Jess McLeod Silver Arrow Reducio Calming Presence, Perfectionist Sta: 400/1000 Eva: 12 Str: 4 Wis: 10 ArcP: 10 Acc: 12 Chaser: @Delaney Collins School Broom Reducio Sta: 1000/1000 Eva: 8 Str: 2 Wis: 5 ArcP: 2 Acc: 8 -------------------------------------------------- BackUp Seeker: @Aodhan Shaw

Quaffle Grabs

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Lucian pitched the quaffle once again towards the air. The excitement in the air was high, as high as the quaffle soared. He almost let his anger get the best of him as Acacia had performed such a vile foul play. Luckily it was just one mishap, and it wouldn't happen again... at least that is what he hoped. His heart soon sank as the quaffle sank back towards his hands, landing in his arms. Confused, and wondering what he was supposed to do, Lucian could only feel his grip intensify on the ball as he witnessed the next few actions that were to occur. Unfortunately for the keepers, there set actions would be met with no attempts from either side to score. Perhaps this was a sign to leave their goal post and play along in the chaos that was about to erupt.

Seekers
Purple Team DC: (7+15) = 22 Wisdom / 24 Accuracy
Orange Team DC: (7+15+2) = 24 Wisdom / 26 Accuracy

Reducio

Mayhem was about to erupt on the play field. No one was focused on the quaffle any longer, and that was clear. This could only mean one thing though, the snitch was the real and only prize to focus on at this very moment. While teams fought and grudges grew, and the referee was only getting angrier by the minute. The only one's really capable of ending this game were the Seekers themselves. While both looked around, only one was capable of noticing the golden glint that reflected off their eyes as the sunlight grew in radiance.

Beaters

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Originally they were the only ones allowed to cause harm and chaos to the field. The only ones capable of harming other students without being held accounted or being in trouble. Trajectory, strength, hand-eye coordination, so much had to be taken into account to really be a skilled beater. Luck was a grand factor as well. It was clear Alliasta saw or perhaps even prophesied that she was to be a target. Her movements were swift with above par reaction time for her age. Yet, try as she'd like it was already too late. Meyra clearly displayed either better skill or perhaps luck, as nothing saved Alliasta from the lethal blow that pummeled her. A direct hit to the chest, loosing all strength to fall and land on the ground with a nasty thud. While the girl had originally planned to save anyone or everyone, one could only wonder who was there to save her? On the other side, while Eugenia had a rather splintered up broom and possibly still recovering from the first attack, she perhaps had a better sense of her surroundings now. Maybe that first hit changed her eyesight, because not only had she found the snitch but she also luckily dodged the second incoming attack. Aston clearly wasn't going to slow down or give the poor girl a chance, he had his target and he was set to finish the job he had started.

Fouls/Saves

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There was clearly a grudge between Elisa and Camilla at this point. Neither raised or reached for the quaffle, rather flying and focusing their eyes on various other players. Well, at least in Camilla's case. Elisa on the other hand was potentially out for blood, for revenge perhaps? Lucian could over hear the girls statement on just a penalty lap before attempting to blatch Camilla herself. Soaring above Camilla, perhaps Elisa's shadow or Camilla's natural sport instincts kicked in. Whatever it was, the two of them displayed incredible skills and reaction time to each other. It was possible their clothing, or even the straws of their brooms barely grazed each other as had Camilla not reacted even a millisecond sooner, she was certainly going to have fallen (both rolled natural 20's, Camilla's evasion was +1 more). Worse than a penalty lap? Yes, there should be something worse, to encourage and enforce the rules. Whether this was an official or unofficial match didn't matter, a rule is a rule for a reason. Lucian could slowly feel his anger rise. As he witnessed Camilla blatch back at the opposing teams beater, Aston, to perhaps protect her teams seeker after almost being blatched herself. Lucian couldn't help but need to enforce bigger punishments to both teams for their actions. Even though neither team suffered from the attempted fouls, they needed to learn their lesson. Before he could though, Lucian could tell something was rather off with the girl who saved Jess from falling to her death. While she descended down to let Jess get back to her broom, he could tell the way she descended that something was off. She wasn't in her right mind, or perhaps something else was wrong. Lucian honestly had the thought that perhaps the girl was poisoned before the match and even more cheats were involved. He angrily shouted for Delaney to be taken to the hospital wing after she descended and allowed Jess to return to her broom. Lucian had to think fast, and let loose some of his anger. He looked towards the stands of other cheering students, and took notice of one who had wanted to use the quidditch pitch after todays practice match was over. He called over towards the rather short 4th year @Avery Chen to take Delaney's place if he so chose to do so. However, due to his experience and skills Lucian dictated that the boy would have to use a school broom rather than his own for fairness reasons. (Check Rolls for why this has occurred and for Avery's stats. Discussion will occur where Avery most likely will only proform saving actions for fairness of the game).

Lucians Rage

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Lucian's tried his best to be calculative and calm. To keep up a facade to hide his giant nature from others. To let others know he was part-giant was still a slight fear of his. Yet, he couldn't always control the heritage that was passed down to him. His blood boiled a bit, and the strength and rage over took him. He grabbed an extra beater bat, and opening the quidditch match case he set loose two more bludgers onto the field. Both had magically returned to attack the one who freed them, but Lucian anticipated such an attempt. With his part-giant strength he slammed both bludgers at random individuals including Acacia, who was still in the middle of their penalty lap, and Maisie, who was clearly open by stretching her body out to cover all goals. Luckily or unluckily, both bludgers had missed their targets. However, it was clear based on the speed they were going that being hit by one was not going to be a pleasant experience. Lucian loudly shouted for both teams to here: "Rules aren't made to be bent! Don't expect any mercy from me from now on. Any continued fouls will be met with consequences to both teams!"

Rolls

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Quaffle Grabs Submitted actions: (Mamori: Block) (Maisie: Starfish & Stick)

Seekers Submitted Actions: (Prat: Search) (Eugenia: Search)
P: (4+7+1 = 12) E: (16+10+1 = 27)
Eugenia Finds the Snitch!

Beaters Submitted Actions: (Meyra: Bludger Alliasta) (Aston: Bludger Eugenia)
*Both teams have calming presence (CP), providing a 10% chance of auto hit on acc vs. eva rolls. Eugenia as Evasive Maneuvers (EM), providing a 10% chance to auto dodge any attacks against her. Mamori has Non-human enthusiast and Meyra is a Werewolf, providing him with a +1 to rolls against her. For all auto-hit/dodges, etc. a 10 means success.

CP= 6 no auto hit
Meyra (19+10 = 29) Alliasta (20+6= 26) Meyra hits Alliasta and deals 750 damage. Meaning Alliasta is at 0 hp resulting in being knocked off their broom and being unconscious.

CP= 7 no auto hit
EM = 8 no auto dodge
Aston (3+15 = 18) E (19+8 = 27) Eugenia dodges.

Fouls/Cheating Submitted Actions: (Camilla: Blatch Aston) (Elisa: Blatch Camilla)
Initiative Roll: C (1) E (10)
CP: 9
E: (20+9= 29) C: (20+10= 30) Camilla dodges Elisa
CP: 7
C: (10+10 = 20) A: (13+10 = 23) Aston dodges

Saves/Others Submitted Actions: (Delaney/Jess: Return to Broom) (Alliasta: Save)
Alliasta has no one to save, and there was no one to save Alliasta.
Delaney returns Jess to her Broom
Due to Delaney being inactive the past week, she has been taken out and will be replaced with Avery Chen the upcoming round.

Chaser: @Avery Chen School Broom

Reducio

Sta: 1500/1500 Eva: 15 Str: 6 Wis: 7 ArcP: 4 Acc: 14
1. Blindvision 2. The Muggle Condition 3. Savior 4. Evasive Maneuvers

Lucians Rage
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1-25 rogue bludgers
25-100 Lucian Bludgers random players on both teams

From now on, rogue bludgers have been introduced to the match. If any one person performs a fouling move (on either team) and it is noticed by Lucian, then the rogue bludgers will instead be replaced with Lucians own bludgering action at two random players (one on each team).

Things had been going poorly to say the least. With two players nearly knocked from the sky, Maisie decided it was time to take a calculated risk: nothing was getting past these hoops.

How to achieve this goal was up for the mental discussion in her head. But there was one idea—she'd seen it once in a photograph in The Daily Prophet—that seemed at once bold and effective, albeit potentially stupid. The newspaper she recalled had a keeper hang from their broom, sprawling out their entire body as a block for not just one hoop, but as many of them as they possibly could. Her small frame probably couldn't block them all, but she could try.

Her brown eyes flickered down to the grass, where Lucian stood. It was far down—

—really, really, far.

Swallowing, Maisie pushed that thought to one side for the moment. A moment like this required a creative strategy. And there could be nothing quite as creative as the starfish and stick. So, in a moment where everything seemed relatively calm, Maisie took the wood of her broom firmly in her right hand while extending her leg. Getting her ankle to hook just so around the wood was not the easiest thing and she feared someone might fly by while she was still figuring out this feat of acrobatics, but no one came. No one at all.

And just then, she thought she had it—or at least as good as it was going to get. With the deepest breath she could muster, she closed her eyes and let go on one side. The air streamed passed her fast on that side and then stopped. Blinking her eyes open, she was shocked to find she was staying in place. The blood rushed and her breath began to slow: she'd done it.

Perhaps the greatest thing about this was that she now had the very best vantage point in the entire stadium. It wasn't exactly comfortable, but there was no denying that dangling here was the best seat in the house. So, she saw everything as the tide began to turn.

First, she caught a glimpse of Eugenia around the track. Maisie gave her a thumbs up with her free hand, hoping she'd spotted the snitch and that she was, in fact, faring all right. Someone else—the crack of the bat was undeniable—wasn't. Maisie traced the sound to Meyra. Her eyes grew wide; it was incredible that a first year like herself could land a blow like that, knocking someone clear off their broom. "What a hit, Meyra!" she called. Out of the corner of her eye, she spied Camilla entrenched in a neck-and-neck chaser-on-chaser battle with Elisa. As long as no one fell, she was glad. Meanwhile, Maisie breathed a sigh of relief as Jess was returned to her own broom and an older boy she didn't know subb'd in. Delaney didn't look well so perhaps it was for the best. Maisie offered him a friendly wave as he joined the pitch.

Maybe it wasn't so bad up here after all. Maisie was very content spectating from all the way up here and she felt very prepared for the next attempt on goal. But she was not prepared for what came next. It was not one, but two cracks that filled the air in quick succession. Turning her head about to see where they had come from—surely Meyra couldn't be that fast—Maisie was quickly met with the iron coming straight for her. As the ball kept rolling and gaining speed, her eyes widened and she let out a little scream: "Aaaaah!" Her heart raced and her breathing quickened as she tried desperately to climb back up on her broom, but it was too difficult. She'd hooked her ankle over too perfectly. There was only one thing to do—

—duck!

The seconds seemed like minutes, but eventually she blinked and reached up to check her neck and head were still there. Thankfully, they were. Squinting, she could see Lucian now had a beater's bat in hand. "What a right crabbit," she muttered under her breath as she reached up to try to undo these acrobatics. The boy she'd admired her first day at Hogwarts had gone from protector to reckless endangerment. And despite everything that was going on around her on the pitch, somewhere inside she desperately wanted to know why.

Action: As Strategized.

Action: As strategized
Broom: School Broom
Stats: Stamina: 15 | Evasion: 15 | Strength: 6 | Wisdom: 7 | ArcPower: 4 | Accuracy: 11 (+3)
Abilities: Blindvision, Muggle Condition, Savior (cannot be used for this game), Evasive Maneuvers

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The hoops loomed behind Mamori like three silent spectators, while chaos unfolded across the pitch. "Hang in there, Alliasta. We’ll patch this up somehow!" he called out as one of their Chasers was still being helped off the field after that nasty fall, voice fading across the vast pitch. Their Beater had just whiffed what could have been a game-changing shot at the opposing Seeker, and Elisa was making her penalty lap after that failed Blatch attempt. "Well, they're not making this easy for us," he muttered, watching as the opposing team reorganized with unsettling efficiency — they'd smoothly swapped out a player, another had retrieved her fancy Silver Arrow, and while Camilla was set to do her penalty lap, they hadn't lost anyone permanently from the game. The field looked more like a traffic junction than a Quidditch pitch, but somehow the chaos seemed to be favoring the other side. The only bright spot was seeing their foreign teammate's distinctive silhouette completing her penalty lap, ready to rejoin the fray. Even with the pandemonium, Mamori shifted uncomfortably on his broom, fighting the urge to yawn. That last Bludger had briefly jolted him awake, but watching everyone's drama had his adrenaline already fading. Being Keeper was turning out to be less exciting than he'd imagined — one moment in the thick of it, heart pounding as he dodged Bludgers and protected hoops, and the next... nothing. Without a commentator to fill the silence, he just hovered in place, feeling like a dusty decoration in his tiny corner of the pitch, his bottom so rooted to the broomstick — 尻が根っこになるってこういうことか So this is what they mean by "your bottom sprouting roots", he thought wryly — like a prisoner in his cell watching the chaos beyond his bars. His eyes wandered to where the earlier Blatch attempts had occurred — he could still picture the way they had collided mid-air, the raw aggression of it all. Despite Lucian's obvious disapproval, it had looked thrilling. Maybe that was the answer? Perhaps being Keeper wasn't his calling after all... or perhaps he should try his hand at Play the Field, join the ranks of Keepers who'd mixed up their game with a Quaffle grab.

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Eugenia did her best to try and do her job: find the snitch. It was her only job in this game. And she had to do it well, if her goal was to make her team win.

So, from the moment she took flight, the Greek girl looked looked around furiously to try and find the snich, it just couldn’t be seen at all.. Now she understood why it was so difficult to find that little ball of gold. And she was still untrained and unprepared for this, no less. The girl got a nasty hit in the head from a bludger and sighed. She had to to this quickly. The grimace of pain quickly faded from her face, as the the young girl resumed her previous search, more eager to find it.

The andrenaline coursed through her body, as the young girl’s efforts were rewarded. She saw a small flash of gold, and she followed the object’s wild flight with her eyes and broom. It was indeed her goal, the golden snitch. A soft murmur escaped her lips. It’s there. I see it… The young girl lifted her head and looked around at her teammates. Just in time, the girl dodged another blusher from the other team’s beater, and looked around as the other team lost a player. The girl smiled timidly. They had to win this. They just had to.

And it seemed that was everyone’s goal, by the way.

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