Oh Sweet Anticipation Quidditch Match

Mentions: @Serena Towers, @Saskia Nicholson, @Quinn Healy & others

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Interacting With: @Thomas Lestrange as Ella Forsberg
Mentioning: Saskia Nicholson • Serena Towers
Hex Color: #0080BF

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A rush of adrenaline spurred the young Hanzo on, his heart pounding within his small chest as his eyes centered upon the Hufflepuff Seeker with every ounce of contempt he could muster. He knew what he was to do. There would be no warning to his passenger, no words of caution to the poor Ella as he spiraled down abruptly in a well-practiced move, leg out and shoving into the form of a girl – the wrong girl, he noticed at the last second. A beater, goddammit, one whose name he could only briefly remember seeing on the roster. Samantha? Sarah? Nonetheless, there was something liberating about the feel of a blatch, some incredibly satiating quality about the contact that simply… sent a flurry of excitement through the child, a smile curling onto his face as he watched the girl fall to the ground. Power, they said, was artificial – however, Hanzo didn’t think so. He found the feeling of power to be quite liberating, in fact. Playing God was… it was intriguing on levels he couldn’t quite explain. He liked being the threat. This was, in the least, what he would tell himself as he flew, hearing a whistle marking his penalty. He felt no remorse. No shame.

He would spare a moment to look over at the target of Durmstrang’s attacks – Serena Towers, after taking the brunt of a bludger, looked to be in pretty immense pain. Angry, too. Though the emotions should have elicited fear, maybe even a flurry of doubt, Hanzo could feel nothing but pride threading through his chest like a disease – he smirked, a toothy evil grin, his perfect face contorted in a look of pure malintent as he gave the seeker the most smug look he could muster. Good. She was in pain. Perhaps that would help them, then. It was true, the girl was closer to the snitch than ever before – Hanzo would be lying if he said they had the game in the bag. But even if they lost right then, the Captain knew he would walk away with a piece of information that would warm him for nights to come. They had crippled the Hufflepuff Team. More so, he recalled upon his research of the past games, than any other Hogwarts team had managed. A truly victorious move, if he did say so himself. But why was he surprised? After all. They were Durmstrang.

This isn’t important. Shaking his head, the second-year began lining his broom up for the penalty lap he owed. “Are you okay back there?” he asked the seeker behind him, his eyes still searching the field. Then, “I’m… sorry for not consulting with you. Regarding the blatch, I mean. Didn’t think you’d be supportive…” he really didn’t know what else to say. He wasn’t sorry, not truly, but even so, he could understand in hindsight how his actions could be considered rude. “Hey, I’ll ask next time, alright?” He would turn his eyes to the field about that time, lifting a fist in the air and shouting a few miscellaneous orders in Russian. It was time to back the Badgers into a corner. “You know what they say, Ella,” he said in a valiant manner, shaking his head in awe as he regarded the stress of her very own position. “Seekers catch snitches.”

“And snitches earn stitches.”

OOC Note: Didn't have time to proofread. Sorry, everyone.

Hanzo Fransson || First-String Chaser

STAM | 4 EVA | 11 STR | 4

WIS | 9 ARC | 1 ACC | 12

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Broom | Nimbus 1700 [Stats Added Above]

Interacting with @Flash Holmwood^{As Yefim Rumyantsev}

Useless! She was absolutely useless. She watched everything happen around her without anything she could do about it. She watched as not one, not two, but three quaffles were easily caught and sent through the hoops without her there to defend them. This was the worst game she had ever played and it was driving her insane.

She felt a familiar bubble of anger start to rise in her, one of inadequacy, of being inferior, of losing. She shouldn't have expected a win, not when her last game went so easily. So perfectly. She seemed to be spiraling, luckily not on her broom, but definitely in her mind. Echoes of teammates cheering encouragement as they had obviously seen her slowly and quickly lose confidence in herself fell on deaf ears. But something else didn't.

There was laughter. Not one of joy, it was hideous. Teasing. Mocking. It was at that time she was flying by where the benched Durmstrang students were and there was one specifically stupid boy. Pointing and laughing at her. She couldn't really hear him, but the action was noticeable and despicable. A sign of poor sportsmanship, something she honestly wasn't surprised to see from the other team. At least Hufflepuff had dignity. Her eyes narrowed in on him and she committed the face to memory. She didn't let bullies get the best of her, and later she'd show him that he messed with the wrong Whomping Willow.

Action || Doing as Strategized

Stats and Broom

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Stamina: 6 / Evasion: 5 / Strength: 4 / Wisdom: 8 / ArcPower: 6 / Accuracy: 7

Nimbus 1500 || In the role of Keeper when you attempt to block your goal, if your opponent somehow has advantage on attempting to score a goal, that is negated (they only have their normal single roll against you).

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Mentioning @Ruby Cazares (Vyacheslav Preobrazhensky), @Evelynn Decipio (Greta Fransson), @Aida Mòrsgor-Ama Ellwood (Valentin Schnell) @Serena Towers, @Quinn Healy, @Saskia Nicholson

It was great that their team was now on the lead but as long as that tiny annoying seeker of Hogwarts still on that damn broom, she was still a threat to them and if she managed to catch the golden Snitch before their own seeker, it would be game over. That was the reason why they would use all kinds of methods to win. Kolya was aware of how aggressive they were compared to those yellow softies, but he didn't care. Right now, he just wanted to finally unleash his frustration to hit that puny thing off the broom to secure their victory.

The Hufflepuffs seemed to gave up catching the quaffles and simply just let their dear Chaser, Greta having all the fun scoring points alone. Well, of course, at this point they were going to rely on catching the golden Snitch to win the game instead. Kolya rolled his eye at the thought, then he watched his comrades tried to get rid of the seeker, but he was surprised when two Hufflepuff Beaters sacrificed themselves to defend the girl and took the hit for her. Seeing one of the Beaters, the huge one falling to the ground after being knocked off the broom, Kolya smiled coldly and watched how the ginger Beater fell to his demise. "Так тебе и надо, что ты причинил боль нашему Белому Нюхлеру, ты гигантский урод (Serves you right for hurting our White Niffler, you giant freak).", he whispered to himself. But the revenge for their White Niffler was not over yet. An eye for an eye, the Hufflepuff seeker seriously needed to go down!

Now it was their turn to attack the puny seeker, his beater partner almost managed to hit her with a Bludger but damn that girl! She used that same trick she did when trying to escape his attack from the last round. "О НЕТ, ТЫ НЕ!! НЕ В ЭТОТ РАЗOH (NO YOU DON'T! NOT THIS TIME!!)!!", Kolya roared and hit the Bludger way harder than the last few rounds as if he finally unleashed his wrath that had been repressed for a long while all in one iron-made cannonball. Finally, he hit her! The impact was quite powerful, enough to cause her pain and made her lose her whole strength to stay on the broom. However, before Kolya could be proud for a brief moment, one of her fellow teammates caught her in time before hitting the ground. Once again, it was her luck that saved her.

Kolya glared at them, even with only one eye, the blue in the iris looked so cold like ice that could pierce through a person's soul. He took a deep breath to calm himself a bit, he wouldn't give up, he needed to continue to destroy their luck and hope furthermore. It was the only way and his duty as the Durmstrang's Beater to take down their threats with no mercy.

Action: Doing as Strategized.

Stamina: 7 (10)
Evasion: 10 (13)
Strength: 10 (13)
Wisdom: 2 (5)
Arcane Power: 2 (5)
Accuracy: 10 (13)

Broom: Silver Arrow [+3 to every stat during Quiddtich Game]
Abilities: Evasive Maneuvers & Broken Broomshaft

Atlas had relentlessly been trying to keep up the morale of her team from the benches as she could feel her throat burning knowing that tomorrow she would probably not have any voice at all. But that was a problem for future Atlas, for now they needed hope, hell they needed a miracle to beat Durmstrang but she wasn't giving up yet.

Watching in horror, she watched not one but three of her fellow puffs plummeting off their brooms as she let out a heavy gasp feeling her heart throbbing in her chest. These were her friends, her family and Durmstrang was tearing them apart by cheating and aggressive maneuvers. They had desperately tried to take out Serena but Saskia and Quinn took they hits.

She wanted to do more, she hated being so useless on the bench when her team so desperately needed any help they could get. Grinding down on her teeth, Atlas had hate in her eyes as she prayed the next round would give them mercy but she knew no matter the outcome, her huffles would never give up or give in. They would fight and bear it to the end and let the Durmstrangs know that they were fierce competitors.

Standing on the bench, Atlas inhaled sharply as she was thankful to see Annie catching Serena on her broom. She was hurt but she was still in the game and that's all that mattered.

ACTION: Benched and Cheering on Teammates
For MOD - Stats:

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POSITION:
Keeper: Second String

STATISTICS:
Stamina: 6 (+1) = 7
Evasion: 7
Strength: 4 (+1) = 5
Wisdom: 7
Arc. Power: 7
Accuracy: 5 (+1) = 6

BROOM:
Nimbus 1000
Racing broom available on the market in 1967, it combines the Oakshaft 79's sturdiness with the Cleansweeps maneuverability.
Stats: +1 accuracy, +1 strength, +1 stamina [Added above for ease]

ABILITIES:
Fearless

Writing as Vyacheslav Preobrazhensky

The Hogwarts team members were dropping at an alarming rate. Slava had mixed feelings about it. Of course he wanted to win, and he would continue hitting bludgers at them and doing everything in his power to try to get his school the victory, but he felt… bad. These were people he was hurting. This was not a new concept to him—he did get into physical fights sometimes, but those were because of people getting angry or being mean. The Hogwarts students seemed like they weren't prepared for the consequences, and the teammates of those who had fallen seemed angry—understandably so.

His gaze flicked to Kolya, whose fury currently seemed unmatched as he yelled at the other team. Perhaps Slava should be doing more of that… after all, their opponents should have known what they were getting into. They signed up for Quidditch and had surely played against members of their school before. At least he didn't know these people, wouldn't have to deal with them after the match. He wasn't betraying anyone or hurting his friends.

Kolya finally managed to land a hit on the Hogwarts Seeker. Slava flashed him a grin if he happened to look his way, but he wasn't sure that his heart was behind it. Perhaps it was his own fault that caused Slava to miss her, or perhaps it was just the incredible luck that she seemed to have. Either way, Slava had to make a decision. There was no place for wishy-washy behaviour on a Quidditch pitch. Maybe he was a little more compassionate than some Beaters, but he knew that he couldn't let his team down. These were his friends, the people he loved and respected and admired. They were a team. He had to accept that the Hogwarts players understood the consequences. And he would make sure that next time, his feelings wouldn't have a chance of getting in the way. It was a crucial point in the match, and his heart was now in the right place for doing what needed to be done.

Action: Doing as strategised

Statistics:
Stamina: 6 (9)
Evasion: 7 (10)
Strength: 7 (10)
Wisdom: 6 (9)
Arcane Power: 5 (8)
Accuracy: 10 (13)

Broom: Silver Arrow [+3 to every stat]
Position: First-string Beater

First Ability: Evasive Maneuvers

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Effect: Harder to hit on average, a 10% chance that anything that targets this wizard automatically misses. This is rolled separately from the attack roll.

Second Ability: Broken Broomshaft

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Effect: On a full hit with a bludger, if the user is knocked off their broom there is a 25% chance that the broom is shattered as well. If the broom is shattered, the opponent will not be able to use the broom for the duration of the Quidditch match (they do not lose their broom permanently, they would repair it off-screen later). If they are caught by an ally, they would have no broom to return to and would have to ride with an ally or remain on the ground for the duration of the game. There are some two-player moves where a player can share a broom but this is still a devastating loss for a team.

This was it. It was time to shine like the star that Jack knew he was! There was worry about his fellow prefects, Quinn and Saskia, but he finally gets to play! A determination had been set in his eyes, and the prefect could feel himself anxiously grinding his teeth. He would get payback for his fellow beaters. The pain train was comin' through London today.

Without much delay, Jack took off into the sky right behind his brother in arms, Reid. His knuckles were white around the handle of his bat. There was a blazing fire that was raging in his chest. All he could do was wait to smite down his enemies with an inferno of revenge. Once in position, Jack glanced at Willow, giving her a resolute nod. We got this.

Action: Whatever mah boi, Cap'n Aaron, tells me to do.

Stats:
Stamina: 7
Evasion: 8
Strength: 6
Wisdom: 2
Arcane Power: 7
Accuracy: 5

Broom: Nimbus 1500 (In the role of Beater, if you hit an opponent with a bludger the bludger will then ricochet off that user and target a second opponent of choice (must be declared, if not declared the target will be random and can be an ally but not yourself).

Abilities: Fearless[/center]

Interaction with @Willow Anderson

Action: Plummeting to doom