The Badgers Bite Back! Group PV

Interacting with @Erik Tharaldson, @Emerly Pine, @Jack Warren, and @Andrew Vance!

Donny watched as everything happened so quickly. Spells were flying faster than the slugs that shot out from his mouth, and onto the floor. Jack was down, and Donny was still down. Donny stood up, wobbling a little bit. He had to do something. He ran at the water bucket buy who'd casted flipendo at Jack. He ran with great speed, and then-BLURAGH!

Slugs ejected from his mouth to the boy's slytherin robes almost instantly. He looked at him one last time, and then ran behind a table. Quickly grabbing for his wand he thought about what his next actions would be. Should he abandon ship, or try and recover and help Jack out. Besides, they still had each others backs, right? Without thinking anymore, and put the wand to his throat and whispered,

"Finite Incantatem"

There was a great lifting from his body, and he no urge to projectile vomit slugs any longer. He ran out from behind the table, wand in hand. He saw Jack sprawled on the floor. He went to him. "Jack! A-are you okay?" he asked urgently, but there was no time. He grabbed him by his armpits, and dragged him behind another table, keeping him covered. He threw back his head and looked straight at the blonde boy. Anger and adrenaline rushed through him, and there was no stopping him now. 

"Expelliarmus!" he announced. "It's time to do this the muggle way don't you think?" he said, throwing his fist right into the flesh of the slytherins face. 

Reducio

Action: Donny throws up on @Andrew Vance, and runs for cover. He then casts the charm to rid himself of the slugs, and he then runs to save @Jack Warren, also disarming @Erik Tharaldson and gives him a taste of muggle fist.

Interaction with @Erik Tharaldson, @Emerly Pine, @Andrew Vance, @Donnovan Perrywinkle

Strangely, a single thought crossed his mind, as he flipped backward. Jack had not expected such a quick reaction from the Slytherin boys. Let's be honest, the young Hufflepuff wasn't the next Einstien. If he was, Jack would have most definitely have backed out of the little spat once he saw the group of green across from him. Alas as he flew through the air, all the could think about was punching the one jerk who had decided to blatantly defend the blood purist(Erik) asshat. Finally, the gravity caught up with him. With a loud crash and groan, Jack had ended his exploration of the air. He was no longer Major Tom, and back to being Ground Control. However, there was no control, just a heap of sprawling limbs and a slight anger management issue.

Thankfully, Jack wasn't on the ground for too long. His older friend and fighting ally had already grabbed him by the crook of his elbow and was now leading him back to his feet. "I'm fine, Don. Let's teach these arses a lesson." Fire welled his eyes as he looked at Andrew. "Mr. Flipy over there is mine." He growled as Jack cracked his knuckles. With a nod, Jack pulled into a full-on dead sprint at his adversary. Unfortunately, Jack had lost hold of his wand and left it laying on the ground away from the magical spat. Punching sounds like the right idea. His magical ability might be lacking a bit, so running fast and hitting hard would have to make due.

Interacting with @Erik Tharaldson, @Emerly Pine, @Jack Warren, and @Andrew Vance!

Donny was quick to notice the Slytherins reflexes, but was slow in his actions. It was shocking. He'd shoved his fist firmly on the slytherins face. It felt good. Reliving almost. But it was then, when it all sank in, that some other form sank into his cheek-and then his gut. It was sharp, but he was tense enough to avoid pain in the gut. His face however, swelled, just under his eye. He then snapped back into action. He jumped onto the slytherin, his right hand on his throat, and his left holding down his arm. 

He then slipped his fist again onto the slytherins face. Multiple times. He just kept going, it was almost pitiful. Then he heard a scream, a blast and a thump. Jack was down, and hovering over him was the bucket-head boy, his wand drawn at the scene. He was slow to notice that there was blood. Lots of blood. Donny looked down at the blonde slytherin, his face plump and turning blue. He released, unwillingly jumping off, and pacing towards the other boy. His heart was going faster and faster each second. His adrenaline was real. He hadn't felt this way since last year. With Kaegen Deathmote. But this was different. Jack needed help.

He pointed his wand at bucket-head. "Obscuro!" he yelled. The blast coming out of then end. He didn't wait to see if it landed, but he rushed forward towards Jack, aggressively tossing the other boy out of his way. He knelt down and held Jack, blood seeping all over. He really did have blood on his hands now. "This has to stop!" he thought to himself. He held his robe over the cuts on Jack's face, trying to clot them the best he could. Eyeing the slytherin boys, he knew things were getting worse by the second...  

There was something so oddly satisfying about when your fist connected with somebody else's face. Humans are not made for punching, without a doubt, however, we fight one another anyways. Jack's body was flooded with adrenaline as his attack connected! In his mind, he could remember it in slow motion. The cracking of his knuckles against Andrew's face. The dull thud that rocked his elbow, and finally the sound of Andrew hitting the floor.

Everything else had quickly faded into the fog of war. Jack's one-track mind was solely focused on Andrew Vance. He stood over the Slytherin boy, like a prizefighter. A crazed look slowly filled his eyes as things quickly escalated. Jack had a bad habit of losing himself in a fight. The line of too far was blurred, and he was ready to cross it.

How the turns can table. Jack had been much too preoccupied reveling in knocking Andrew to the ground to even notice Andrew's chestnut wand pointed menacingly at his face. The incantation was a shock on Jack's ears. Diffindo? What spell was that again? That was the last thought he had before a searing pain cut across his face. He now remembered the use of the spell Diffindo.

The cut was a nasty one, to say the least. Jack had not even attempted to dodge out of the way of the spell. Somehow Andrew had managed to cut open diagonally across Jack's face. It had found its way through his eyes and across his nose, and ended an inch or two above his lip. The spell had split his skin much like a knife through butter, or scissors through paper. His vision was turning red as blood trickled from the wound into his left eye. He only stayed standing for a moment, in shock, before dropping to the ground. His hands covered his face but the sounds of cursing and angry sputtering were clearly audible. There was only so much the boy could do not to writhe around in pain.

Times of stress create good friends. Jack knew the minute that Donny had stopped fighting Erik to help him, that he had found a good friend to rely on. The pressure of Donnovan's robe against his face only made the wound more irritated, but Jack still had the state of mind to understand that this was probably the most important thing to do at the moment.

A blinding red quickly mixed with the maroon red of his blood as a giant Red flare lit the room. Had a professor finally walked in on them? Who had finally stepped in? Delirium had kicked in and was quickly making the boy more confused than ever.

Action: Jack takes the diffindo like a Champ, falls to the ground, writhes in pain and curses up a storm