CICTF Anaconda vs. Caiman

And there she was! The girl with the flag, emerging from the mist! Colin turned and gave chase --- focusing on the most important goal. Now this was what made the game fun!

"YYYYYYOINK!" Colin called out to the girl as she looked to the side and lost her footing. Everyone knew never to look back when they were running, right? Well, maybe not everyone, Colin thought! She went down with a damp thud and Colin's fingers grasped the coveted flag, slipping it right out of her grip!

"Hey! Just where do you think you're going with that?" she cried out. As if the answer weren't obvious!

"That's for all ye slippery salamanders to find out!" he shot back over his shoulder. Now Colin just had to keep the flag in his own hands and not get distracted by that cute iara or knocked out by someone stronger than him!

And speaking of slippery salamanders, Colin realised that with only two of them in the zone with him, and one of those on the ground slithering through the mud, Colin reckoned he was in fairly safe possession of the enemy flag. Most everyone else on the team were elsewhere, but Guin and Haven were nearby. Good to know as he would certainly need some help keeping the flag!

"Is that... our flag..." Guin asked him from just ahead.

"Well, it's ours now, Guin! Come on, let's get it back home where it belongs! OWOOOOOOOO!! " Colin charged through the jungle, feeling every bit the hunter bringing home a successful kill!

Actions: As stategerised by the Best Captains!

Race: Werewolf

Abilities:

Werewolf Transformation, bite, & rend | Evasive Manoeuvres | Out of Phase Lycanthrope, Felled Beast | Perfectionist | Wolfs Cry, Moonspeak | ---6--- | ---7---

Stats:

Stamina: 7 | Evasion: 7 | Strength: 4 | Wisdom: 18 | Arcane Power: 10 | Accuracy: 15

Enchanted Satchel:

All sorts of useful things, like his broom (Vailerama, Silver Arrow (+3 to all stats, speed 5)); a knife; a couple of interesting keys; a small assortment of potions (Murtlap, Blackfire, Burn Healing); and his cudgel Cernestaff, three feet of foe menacing Irish blackthorn; usual school related debris such as notebooks, ink wells, quills, pencils, slide rule, charmed unit circle, etc.

Things were starting to get real intense, Haven noticed, setting her sights on their team's flag, not planning on letting it out of her sight. There was no way they would be getting past them. Haven originally hadn't known what was going on, but now she was way too invested- and way too competitive.

"Don't let them escape with the flag, Marcus!" Haven encouraged the little puffball, though he seemed pretty preoccupied with screaming at whatever magical creature was tormenting him. She wasn't so sure they could rely on him.

Luckily, they could rely on Colin. As the Caiman girls teamed up in attempts to get by, Haven went after them, doing her best to defend, but instead missing as Colin came through, taking the other team DOWN.

"Yeah, Colin!" she cheered, jumping up and down. She was honestly quite amazed at his efforts— the girls looked quite stunned, in her opinion. It would probably take them a few moments to get their heads back on their shoulders— a sentiment Haven often related to, but not now! Not with victory running so close to them... she was sure of it. Now, she couldn't see what was happening at the other end of the pitch, but she had confidence in her team and was sure she would see them barreling through at any second. At least, she was blindly confident of it, and that was like the same thing anyway, at least in her book.

Now, her pygmy puff has nothing to do with that success, but she was sure to pat him on the head and encourage him, just in case. Even though he was a little bit soggy from hanging out in the little river. "Let's win this, yeah?"

Stamina: 12 | Evasion: 11 | Strength: 5 | Wisdom: 11 | Arcane Power: 10 | Accuracy: 11

Calming Presence (Allies: Team Anaconda) ✿ Muggle Condition
Paragon of Health (Allies: Colin, Ebony)

posting as NPC Duncan Farcher

"You all are doing great," Duncan encouraged as he sat down on the ground, playing with some sticks and rocks and such. He was trying to be helpful and go along the lines of what they were playing (simulated warfare or something), so he thought some kind of trap might be useful. Of all the things they learned in school, though, building a trap with your own two hands was not one of them. Wandless magic, sure. Trap-building? Nuh-uh. He could hex someone into a corner, but give him something to build, and he wasn't as confident, but by golly, could he try.

Duncan didn't even consider the possibility that magic could even be involved in this game- that is, until there was a wand pointed at his face. Like, right there. There was a girl at the other end- he took a guess that she was not on the team that he had joined.

"Can I help you?" he asked her, slightly judgmentally, before dramatically sighing and brushing himself off, before heading off in search of a place with better sticks... or something. He wasn't quite sure what he should do to be useful, but he had a little bit of time to figure that out, at least.