Two Flags S.W.A.G Club Concluded

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For Quinn everything felt absolutely right the execution was correct, the wand movements and even the words were correct. No they were more than correct they were absolutely flawless. For the first time in a long time everything felt right for the briefest of movements. So when the spell came out without a hitch and actually hit the target he roared his words. But knew all was not over he was feeling confident and perhaps too confident because he felt like there was no possible way his next spell would fail


Quinn was on a bloody roll. A roll in which he intended to continue without any errors or falts. He would not be denied his continued success. He worked too hard and now more tham ever he really wanted his team to win. Especially after Erik foolishly got himself disqualified. So again feeling emboldened and absolutely confident the young Half-Giant would prepare to cast another spell. He was fairly sure what his next spell would be so with unwavering confidence and even a little bravado he stood tall and proud
For once okay with his circumstances in life and happy to be playing this game. He definitely had this in this bag.

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S.W.A.G Moderation
4th round
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Team
BLUE

☲☲☲☲☲☲☲☲☲☲☲☲☲☲☲ ☰☰☲☲ HEALTH 1227 ☲☲☰☰ ☲☲☲☲☲☲☲☲☲☲☲☲☲☲☲ FLAG287 - 50 - 50 - 99 -50 +155 -126 = 67 1160 POLE Reducio *will put red flag image here soon*	Flag Damage Reducio BANNER Ruthie's Incendio2 -50 hp Ruthie's Incendio3 -50 hp Ruthie's Incendio4 (50 + 10 × 6) × 0.9 = -99 hp Quinn's Incendio Duo -50 hp Alan's Reparo 65 + 10 × 9 = +155 hp Thora's Incendio [50+(9 x 10)] x 0.9 = -126 POLE NONE Spell Effects Reducio BANNER Quinn's Incendio Duo -50 hp for 1 rounds[/b]
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Team
RED

Flag Damage Reducio BANNER Astrea's Incendio -50 hp Katrina's Incendio -50 hp Bridget's Incendio Duo -50 hp River's Incendio Duo [100+(8 x 10)] x 0.9 = 162 Spell Effects Reducio BANNER Astrea's Incendio -50hp for 1 round Katrina's Incendio -50hp for 1 round Bridgets's Incendio Duo -50hp for 3 rounds	☲☲☲☲☲☲☲☲☲☲☲☲☲☲☲ ☰☰☲☲ BLUE VICTORY ☲☲☰☰ ☲☲☲☲☲☲☲☲☲☲☲☲☲☲☲ FLAG193-119-50-50-50= -119 1250 POLE Reducio *will put red flag image here soon*
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Player Statistics

Team
BLUE

Reducio

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	─────────────── Alan ─────────────── Status In game Health 983 Effects None
─────────────── Katrina ─────────────── Status In game Health Full (600) Effects None
	─────────────── Bridget ─────────────── Status In game Health 428 Effects None
─────────────── Astrea ─────────────── Status In game Health 455 Effects None
	─────────────── River ─────────────── Status In game Health 574 Effects
─────────────── Rafael ─────────────── Status In game Health 666 Effects None
	─────────────── Jorah ─────────────── Status In game Health 928 - [50 + (7 x 10)] x 0.9 -200 = 620 Effects Aflame

Team
RED

Reducio

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	─────────────── Quinn ─────────────── Status In game Health 1200 - [100+(8x10)]x0.9 = 1038 Effects Afame
─────────────── Erik ─────────────── Status Disqualified Health 410 Effects Paralysed (Full Body-Bind Curse)
	─────────────── Neculai ─────────────── Status In game Health Full (900) Effects BLOOOODDDD
─────────────── Thora ─────────────── Status In game Health 538 Effects None
	─────────────── Pierre ─────────────── Status In game Health Full (300) Effects
─────────────── Ruthie ─────────────── Status In game Health Full (600) Effects None
	─────────────── Evelynn ─────────────── Status In game Health Full (500) Effects None

AURELIA

At such a distance, it was almost impossible to see the thin trail of crimson on Rafael's cheek. Her attention was all on Erik, ensuring that her spell kept him in place. He was a lycantrope, she was sure of it. From his arrogance to his irritability. Clearly, she had been distracted with the wrong monster. Moreover, Rafael had also wiped the blood away. If the Monster Hunter had known, she would have taken the necessary measures. But she had not and it was too late to make any moves to constrain the blood-lusting dhampir. The long fangs protruding out of the Ravenclaw Prefect's lips were menacing. With such speed, he crossed the border in a metre of seconds. He was targeting one from the Blue Team.

This time, it was not Rafael who had put on the white cape. Aurelia knew the effects of these creatures consuming unwilling blood which she witnessed first hand. Who else in the right mind would let a dhampir attack freely? It had to be her. She was five feet in the air when she dropped from the broom to the ground, right in between the attacker and the bleeding boy. Her wrist outstretched expectingly. Then came the stinging, awful pain that came shortly as the razor-sharp teeth punctured her skin and into her flesh. Drawing blood. Despite how gruesome it seemed, the Monster Hunter barely flinched, only allowed a cringe to m ake its way to her facade and no more than a sharp exhale of air.

Willingly she let the dhampir drink from her wrist. She had done the exact for another dhampir prefect once and was even attacked by another. It was nothing new to her. Her arm would remain extended till the dhampir had satisfied his blood frenzy. It was only the right thing to do.

Blue team has won this game by destroying the banner on the red flag. Congratulations! Please wait for the rps by Meenauh and Evelynn before posting. There will likely be a follow up thread.

TEAM RED

@Quinn Healy

@Erik Tharaldson

Reducio

@Thora Larkston and @Ruthie Greer

@Piérre Marchonné

@Neculai Lazar, @Evelynn Decipio and @Aurelia Notrésvace

@Bridget Collins

If it was a re-enactment of the grudge that was about to unfold, Bridget surely fit the role: pale flesh, raven hair, a glint of malicious intent within those dark voids. She knew exactly what she was doing, knew exactly who she was targeting. Wand arm extending out, a jet of blue-yellow light streaked out towards her target. He was too fast, however; his speed was almost inhuman. The jet of light missed. Where it impacted a couple yards away, the ground erupted, grass and dirt flying as though a small mine had detonated.

@Astrea Soleil Neptune

It seemed the little Neptune-Chou was taken rather aback by the unexpected result of her casting. Whether that was due to not expecting anyone to come to her defense to take the brunt of the incoming blow for her, or whether it was instead from the audacity of that same individual to interfere with her casting, would be anyone's guess. The breathy question that followed, however, suggested the former, but it was met by Rafa's growling dismissal. There was nothing more to it, then. With the charging blonde detained and her teammate evidently fine, she turned her attention to the enemy flag, wand raised, expression determined. Only…the spell wouldn't come. Whether a slip in her enunciation, a brief flicker in the resolve of her concentration, or perhaps her wand movement had been imprecise, the spell failed. There would be no eruption of fire from the tip of her wand. No spark, no sputter. Not even a glimmer of light.

@Alan Vanes

His amusement with the amateur martial artist would evidently have to wait, but it seemed that both boys, at least, had something similar in mind: protect the flag. The Ravenclaw's method was, perhaps, a little more literal, and Alan would see him intercept a hurling ball of flame, the impact enough to make him lose his precarious footing atop the pole and fall to the packed earth below. Alan's way, however, was more discreet. A raise of the wand, a murmur of the incantation, and —just as had only moments before — the banner of the blue flag would discard portions of its ashen appearance as fibers twined themselves back together and the damage incurred reversed itself. In fact, with the volley of flame that resulted, and the continued burning of previous assaults, it was quite possible (because it was, in fact, true) that Alan had saved his team's flag from total destruction.

@River Dewlight

With the ill luck that had faced the redheaded girl up until this point in the match, it was no wonder that she had been faced with that brief temptation to let it all pass by without further effort; to lay, resting upon the cool grass with her gaze cast skyward towards the heavens, content simply to watch the balls of fire hurtle overhead this way and that. Perhaps if events elsewhere hadn't unfolded the way they had, that may have been how she chose to spend the rest of the game. As it was, the iron scent of blood seemed to have a rousing effect on her. Rather than send her into a frenzy of bloodlust as it had for her counterpart on the other team, it almost seemed to serve as a focus, a reminder of vigilance and determination. Perhaps it was this that allowed her better focus. Already working to strive off her innate hunger, perhaps the honing in on the flag and narrowing her attention on her casting was a means to accomplish that. Whatever the case may have been, it worked. No sooner had she finished her cast than flame erupted from the tip of her wand, the blaze larger than nearly any other on the pitch save those from the boy of Healy and the Collins girl. Joining the other flickers of light heralding the approaching demise of the red flag, it joined its brethren to consume the last of the crimson fibers.

@Rafael D'Spacito

Impressively, the first-year Gryffindor took his punishment rather well, but even he wasn't immune to the thought of getting revenge on the now helpless form that had punched him with sufficient force to draw blood. His attention shifted to a new threat, however. One barreling towards him from across the pitch with a twisted expression and hunger in his eyes. There was nothing else to do. It wasn't someone else requiring saving now; it was himself. He was steadfast, prepared to battle for his own defense, and despite the chaos of his environment and the pressure he surely felt with the maddened boy's approach, he was successful (at least in a manner of speaking). In a contrast to the orange and yellow light cast by the innumerable balls of conjured flame, red sparks jutted from the tip of his wand, streaking ahead towards the on-comer. Neculai was fast, however. Faster than any boy had any right to be. And the alternating flashes of light and subsequent falling into darkness as the light sources passed was more than a little disorienting. Wide of their target, the sparks hit nothing but air.

@Jorah Moussa

Biding his time. That's what he had obviously been doing earlier. While he may have proven to be a bump on a log (or in front of a pole) moments ago, the amateur martial artist had finally found his stride, had finally tapped into his battle song. A battle song that actually made itself known by his lips. Apparently the boy fancied himself a Disney princess, but none would question his aptitude as he deftly clambered up the flag to stand atop it with a renewed plan to protect the banner. And just in time as one of the dastardly balls of flame came hurtling from across the pitch. As intended, it collided with him rather than the original target. Unfortunately, Jorah would not quite be able to maintain his footing. He slipped. And all of a sudden, the ground from which he had just left came rushing up to meet him with a trembling thud.

Interacting with @Neculai Lazar

He was fast. Faster than she might have expected. And as quick as she was herself, it wasn't enough. She couldn't get her spell off in time. Panic had risen to her throat, choking the words of her incantation. It was like a nightmare. A streak of glinting white amidst a foreboding shadow that promised only one thing: pain. Her only saving grace was that apparently she hadn't been his target. No sooner had she felt the impact of the hard grown on her rear, than he was already past her.

It was then that she realised what must have happened. She'd seen the blonde's fist connect with D'Spacito, but hadn't fathomed just how much of an impact it had had — literally and figuratively. By the dhampir's trajectory, however, he was heading hellbent towards the two. Evelynn could only assume one thing: they must have drawn blood.

"No!" She screeched again, scrambling back up to her feet, nearly slipping in her haste to chase after him.

The game was no longer on her thoughts. Winning. Losing. It no longer mattered. Someone was about to be attacked. Images of crimson-stained bodies floated in front of her eyes. She could still smell the iron tang of the puddle of half-dried blood. The hand prints, the signs of a struggle, the impact of shattered stone. It all came back in a rush, quickening her pulse until it pounded in her temples.

"Lumos!" She shrieked again, this time with an assurance that set the tip of her wand ablaze with a solar luminosity. He was well ahead of her. Her feet pounded into the ground as she raced after him, desperately trying to catch up. Hallowing his image with the light of her wand, she was granted an unimpeded view of the scene as it unfolded before her. No. Nonono. She wouldn't make it in time. He was closing in. She wasn't fast enough. Helpless tears of anger and frustration and panic and emotion pricked the corners of her eyes. Then movement caught her eyes. Just as the deranged deviant went in for the attack, Aurelia stepped in, shielding D'Spacito just as he had done for the Slytherin girl.

Not again. As teeth sank into the flesh of her outstretched wrist, Evelynn's stomach plummeted. She didn't care that Aurelia seemed unphased. She didn't stop to watch the proceeding to see what would happen next. She didn't give a flying heck about the dhampir's need to satiate his apparent hunger. The only thought that consumed her mind was stopping the monster.

"Get OFF HER!" Evelynn snarled, her face just about as twisted as the dhampir's.

It's crescendo was accompanied by the closing of the distance between she and her deviant target, and as she reached him, she attempted to close her fingers tightly around his shoulder. If successful, she would attempt to pry him off from his feast, wrenching him back with all of her measly might. Regardless of that outcome, he would also be met with the full force of her wand-lighting spell right in his face. She only hoped it would snap him out of his delusion, but if it hurt and made him turn-tail altogether, that would be an added bonus.

Interacting with @Evelynn Decipio and @Austrelia Notrésvace

Alan was on the field and looked around, when he heard a snarl, right after he had repaired the flag of his own team. Neculai, the kid he had on the Quidditch Pitch a couple of months ago and who had been teaching the Gryffindor flying and broom care ever since, seemed different. He looked like Neculai but something in the way his face contorted as he charged towards Rafael, who had just been punched, let Alan freeze. The temperature seemed to fall for a bit, but maybe that was just the boy's imagination as he watched the Ravenclaw charge; mouth opened in a snarl, showing pointed fangs where he usually had gaps. Alan had seen the gaps before, when chatting with Neculai, but had assumed they were just baby teeth that had fallen out. Never in his life, would he have gotten to the assumption, that Neculai wasn't human. Not that Alan cared, he was just taken by surprise and in this moment it seemed like a very bad way on how Alan found out about this.

However another girl intervened, the one who had also stopped Erik in the round before; somewhat of a referee the third year assumed and Alan couldn't help but pale at the sight, when Neculai's teeth pierced through the girls skin. The Gryffindor was not sure how to react or what to make out of what was happening. But he could not just do nothing! The girl had used the Body Binding spell, but this could harm the girl, as it would force Neculai to fall down and probably cause more damage with those sharp teeth. But as it was now, the girl needed help; immediately.

A spell, a spell... a spell! No, not the Knockback Jinx... this is what caused all of this and also it would be a risk to hurt both of them even more or shed more blood even! Alan couldn't risk that. Alan was fumbling with the wand in his hand, before he got an idea. Someone had to stop this after all and every passing second wasted, would make it worse. Was Neculai not going to stop? Was this even still Neculai; the boy Alan knew? Well of course this was a part of his being, but nothing Alan saw in front of him, resembled the kind boy who offered him flying instructions. What could Alan do? The third year has not felt this helpless in a while! How log did a dhampir drink in a situation like this; or was it vampire? Alan did not know much, but he didn't think there would be actual vampires at the school.

Before Alan could move, a girl had cast a spell, which made the Ravenclaw flinch back and hollow in pain as he fell to the ground, shielding his eyes in agony. The wailing scream that left the dhampir's lips made the Gryffindor cringe and he had the need to cover his ears to protect them from the piercing sound. But Alan didn't, instead he ran towards the group of students, as fast as his legs would carry him, his chest heaving in shallow breaths, as he finally reached them and stared in between the people standing there. His eyes caught sight of the wound that "adorned" Aurelia's pale skin, teeth marks. At least that was something he could help with! "Ferula!", he gasped out, as he tapped his wand against the wounded arm; not on the wound of course, but next to the wrist, as he cringed at the red that poured out of the broken skin.

With this spell hopefully being a success, he turned to Evelynn, who had caused Neculai's agony with her spell... after all the Romanian wizard did not seem like he was in any condition to deliver answers to the questions swirling inside of Alan's head. "What is wrong with him? What did you do? Is he going to be alright? Should we get them into the hospital wing? Rafael too, no? Or are you okay?", there was no accusation in his tone when he asked those questions, just pure worry and panic for the kid that was shielding his eyes against whatever had affected him in such an intense way; a kid Alan also considered someone he liked to spend time with. His last question was directed at @Rafael D'Spacito, who had quite a few attacks and damage to swallow as well. All of this was confusing, seeing Neculai like this even though Alan usually knew him as calm and collected, maybe a little shy. For him to suddenly turn into this? Alan was quite sure that none of this had been on purpose either, he assumed it was something the younger student could not help, because of what he was. But still Alan wished for the old Neculai to be back; the kind boy he knew. But even more he wanted everyone to stop being in pain.

mentions Neculai | interacts with Evelynn & Aurelia

@Neculai Lazar, @Aurelia Notrésvace, @Evelynn Decipio, & @Alan Vanes

So much happened in such a short time. There was something that happened, though, that was a little off. Piérre knew what spell he wanted to cast. It was Reparo, to assist his team and stand a chance of keeping the flag alive and well, but at the last second, it was like icy claws, made of pure fear, squeezed his heart, to the point in which it was suffocating him. It was nothing that the sunshine boy had ever felt before. It was an urge to run away, it was a fear that something was going to happen... It was a fear of something... A fear of making a mistake? No... Not a fear of failure...

A desire to fight back. To prove himself that he was worth something in this faulted and failed world.

"INCENDIO!"

Piérre's glowing white wand was pointed towards the flag of the other team... nay... the boy on top of the flag of the other team. Two other fire spells had whistled past him up to this point, striking the banner of the blue team and setting it aflame. A fire spell cast from the Ravenclaw clad Gryffindor would not be out of the ordinary... especially if he was aiming for the flag.

Something inside clicked. Something inside felt right. A smile, broad and eccentric, crossed Piérre's face, but it wasn't his glowing smile that lit up a room, nor was it the sheepish smile of someone who knew that had done something wrong. No, it was a grin of malice. It was a smile that a villian would wear as they left the protagonist to their deadly fate. The smile that made skin crawl and encouraged fear in anyone who looked at them.

Across the field, the spell flew, screaming with fire, and as if prophesied for a perfected strike, landed upon the Ravenclaw boy perched on top of the bannister. Lowering his wand, Piérre lifted his chin, watching as the boy who looked his own age, plummet to the ground, unable to beat out the flames. The smile increased as the corners of Piérre's mouth lifted in a small, smug smirk. That had felt... good.

Tipping his head, the boy watched as the Ravenclaw finally beat out the flames that hindered him. Frowning, Piérre glared at the child. He wasn't supposed to be okay. He was supposed to be burnt to a crisp. He was supposed to have broken a bone, sprained a joint, received frayed clothes or blackened skin. That had not happened.

With a face set with shadow, Piérre turned to his own flag, as a final spell whizzed over his head. In slow motion, the flag crumbled, disintegrating into flames as Piérre shielded his eyes. His frame was illuminated against the smoke and the writing yellow gouts.

His flag had fallen. He had failed himself and his team.

His fists clenched as another emotion filled him from head to toes, seeping into his fingers and his feet. Undiluted passion. Uncontrolled rage. His hands began to shake, his wand beginning to glow an ominous red through the veins of the polished yew. Glaring up at the other team, without making a sound, Piérre's eyes seemed to darken in the shadows, a glint of something that gave the impression that he was not the boy that everyone had known up to that point. A glint of something else.

As soon as the ashes of the flag finally crumbled into dark black, however, and a boy lunged towards the bleeding Rafael, the victim of the previous punch.

Piérre gasped as he began to stumble towards the scene, witnessing two long fangs protrude in preparation for a bite. He was a Dhampire. Having done some research about Dhampires after the incident at the Masquerade Ball, Piérre was running towards the scene, already pulling off his thick jacket and yanking up a sleeve, prepared to offer willing blood. He didn't want another Dhampire to get hurt, especially when this event was supposed to be for fun.

As it was, however, his offer was not entirely needed, as Aurelia, the leader of the club, swooped down and gave the boy his arm. She immediately began to pale, and with further understanding, Piérre kept running for her. "Careful! Careful! Don't pass out!" Piérre ran up to the girl and the Dhampire just as a flash of light cut through the air, coming from Evelynn, an experienced spellcaster whose spells hardly ever missed or failed. Piérre knew the effects of Lumos on Dhampires, it was painful, more painful than a third degree sunburn in the African plains, or in the Mediterranean for that matter.

"Evelynn! Stop! That hurts him!" Piérre attempted to snatch Evelynn's wand out of her hand, or at least disrupt her spell or concentration.

As soon as the light went out, Piérre would get down to the Dhampire's level, tentatively reaching for him without daring to touch, offering his exposed left wrist. "Hey... Are you okay? Do you need any more?" Piérre's voice was shaky and his eyes were watery, partially in preparation for being denied, partially in preparation for a bite that could follow up his questions.

Piérre looked to another boy, who was bandaging Aurelia's bleeding wrist. Piérre smiled. Good on him. "Good on you." He said outwardly. "Is everyone else okay?" Piérre glanced towards his partner, who was still petrified on the ground nearby. If the Dhampire didn't need any additional help, Piérre would make his way to his fallen teammate and attempt to bring him around.

Piérre offers any additional blood to Neculai, and then tries to revive Erik

Interacting with @Neculai Lazar, @Alan Vanes, and @Piérre Marchonné

The reaction she received to the sudden revelation of monstrosity under the illumination of her wand-lighting charm was exactly what Evelynn had hoped for. So simple. So immediate. The creature most knew as Neculai seemed to instantly withdraw, going so far as to fall backwards on the ground. Panning her aim so that the light would follow him in his retreat, she held him under its evidently powerful effect. His scream was music to her ears; his writhing, a curiosity to behold. It was like watching an ant under a magnifying glass's concentrated ray of sun. Captivating in a way. The scientifically sadistic side of Evelynn watched impassively, curious to see just how far it would go, deaf to any internal protests of immorality.

It was likely a very good thing, then, that Alan spoke up when he did, and that Piérre intervened with an attempt to snatch her wand. The sudden onslaught of questions directed at her from right nearby, coupled with the sudden movement of the other boy, was enough to momentarily draw away her attention and snap her out of her temporary trance. Naturally, instincts heightened and reflexes on the defensive, Evelynn hopped lithely back a step and raised her non-dominant arm in front of her as a barricade between herself and Pierre.

"Don't you dare," she warned, fixing Pierre with a stern and questioning look. "I know it does. Do you think he would have stopped otherwise?"

But having witnessed the various actions of the other students in the snapshot of the last few seconds, she was beginning to wonder if everyone had their heads screwed on right. It seemed like everyone was hankering to offer their blood to satiate the mad hunger of this creature. As though they were more than okay with the fact that there were those that walked among them who possessed tentative self-control and could snap at a split-second, their strength and speed enough to overpower and easily kill any one of them if they weren't careful or prepared.

As Alan's questions registered to mind, however, she slowly shifted the stern look she'd fixed upon Pierre back to the still agonizing form of the dhampir. Begrudgingly, she flicked her wand slightly to the side to illuminate the dank grass just a little ways away from the unhinged student.

"I'm fine," she answered, starting with the last of the questions, form still tensed as though ready to fight off Pierre if she had to. "Yes, you should take Rafa and Aurelia both to the hospital wing. From what I've researched, a dhampir's bite can cause their victim to turn into a dhampir themselves. But different authors have said different things on the subject, some countering what others have written, so I'm not sure who is right, or if there are certain conditions that have to be met for it to happen. Better to be safe, though, and have the nurse take a look.

"As for…him…" She had been about to say that. "He'll be fine. The light hurts but doesn't do any lasting damage from what I've read. It's just enough to distract and contain. Sometimes, anyway. Not every dhampir is affected. I think it depends on where they're from and how they were—"

She cut off, noticing Pierre's movement from the corner of her eye.

"What are you doing?!" She hissed in alarm. This time it was her moving forward in an attempt to snatch his arm and hold him back. "Are you absolutely barmy?! Don't feed into the hunger! You could get yourself killed."

Evidently, she didn't have to expend too much energy in keeping him away from the previously ravenous dhampir. The boy retreated back to aid the downed Slytherin quickly enough, leaving Evelynn to stand almost ominously over the supine form of Neculai. There was no way she was letting him out of her sight until she could be certain that everyone was safely tended and the game disbanned.