2025/26, Stage 3 Slytherin vs. Gryffindor: Match 3

A terrible, terrible day. By now, it had taken a herculean effort to restrain himself from turning and punching Alejandro, who had not so much as lifted his wand through the entierity of the duel. Perhaps too irrate to properly focus, but as he turned to cast, his aim was off by a mark.

Luck did not fall to the Gryffindor, who was flung to the ground only moments after his own attempt.

At long last, his patience had drew thin, and Edwin showed no care nor intent to find find his feet again, settling himself into a comfortable position, a singular idea occupying his thoughts, I cannot be bothered with this.

Action: As strategised.

Poor, poor Edwin. Three spells hitting him at once! Admitted, Elisa's own spell would be more accurately described as brushed rather than hit, but even then, with Ara's perfect cast, the damage seemed considerable to say the least. Elisa had to admire Edwin's gut -- had she been in his place, she'd have surrendered already. Well then, she supposed the earlier they finished him off the earlier he'd be able to get to the Hospital Wing... Unless a miracle happened (which could be made possible if the other remaining Gryffindor duellist would do something), it seemed the Slytherins would be winning with all three still standing.

With three hits on the lone moving lion, Pyxis was beginning to feel bad. The younger lad had been knocked down and his untouched teammate was making no move to help him. What a bleak scene. He was of the opinion that Edwin should forfeit so they could move on from this quickly, but he knew he had not yet given up on his own duels, even when they seemed hopeless.