Quidditch Game Hufflepuff v Slytherin

Actions: ??? (free action)
Doing as Strategized

Action: As strategized
Stats: Sta: 7 | Eva: 8 [+3 = 11] | Str: 15 | Wis: 6 | Arc P: 3 | Acc: 12 [+3 = 15]
Abilities: Martial Artist, Prodigal Transfig, Spell Spread
Broom: Nimbus 2001

• +3 to two separate stats of choice.
• Counters the ability Foulplay. If a player performs a cheat action you can forgo your action for that round automatically (must state a desire to not do this if you do not want to give up your action) and notice the cheating action performed by a member (or multiple members) of the opposite team.
• +1 critical chance.

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Interacts With : N / A Mentions : Quinn Healy and the game in general

Sunday February 7th, 2021 12 noon Brisk, cold and windy

As the game continued, Cash health and stamina had decline bit by bit but the green eyes still had some fight in them. The cold and windy wind also did not help them a bit. After being hit by the bludger so many time, the little cannonball did a number on them. Cash knew their time in the pitch would be over if and when someone directed the bludger at them.

But Cash would not gave up without one last fight. With ragged breath and a searing pain all over their body when they saw the little offensive iron ball, they chase after it. And when the purple hair managed to get close at the ball, the swung their bat. With a crackling sound their bat met the ball.

The bludger flying to the opposite field. Cash intended to hit the Hufflepuff Seeker but their trajectory was nowhere near the opposing team Seeker. Then the one that always came at them (Quinn Healy), blocking the bludger so it would not hit their beloved Seeker. Cash know their timely doom could be coming soon.

When the bludger redirect by Quinn towards Cash in full force, Cash waited for the inevitable. As the cannonball getting closer and closer Cash took a deep breath then the ball in them square in their chest. The purple haired let out an oomph as the ball knocked them hard off of their broom.

Cash was free falling and this time there were no one would catch them. With that strong force, the green eyes fell down to the ground from such great heights. The last thing they remembered was how the wind getting colder more than before as they succumbed into unconsciousness.

@Erin Ryan | @Quinn Healy | @Cassandra Ironwoods

They had seemed close to win this and bring this to a victory for Slytherin, but things turned out differently. What felt like only seconds had passed, the purple haired girl Nico only saved earlier, got knocked off once again. And once more, it was Quinn that managed to do so. Mixed sickening feelings filled the young dhampir as she felt both shock and admiration for the Half-Giant. The redhead wanted to call out for the fallen Slytherin, but it was no use. She had no time to go catch the purple haired one, as their strategic had decided otherwise.

'Confound it..' She muttered gritting her teeth. Those feelings worsened as the next one she saw falling down to their (gentle yet painful) doom. The honeysweet badger who conquered her heart, fell as Thora somehow managed to throw him off. Nico's eyes widened slightly but she couldn't let it distract her as the show had to go on. But that wasn't the end of it. Her iceblue hues witnissed another strong asset of their team, being shot off their broom. Erin.
'Erin!'
Nico screamed out. Unsure if it would ever reach the blondes ears between the cheers and roars of the Hufflepuffs, Nico could only watch. She was too far away... In games prior, the redhead didn't really look at Erin as a fragile girl. Someone who was close to her age. She seemed to untouchable. So far away. But after witnissing her broken, glass-shattered face, the redhead had sort of a softspot for the Veela. Some red tears welled up in the corners of her eyes before pulling her head back in the game.

Swiftly, rubbing her sleeve over her eyes, brushing away her tears, she quickly flew into action, having to help out their Captain. Somehow, he didn't manage to get a hold of her. Slightly confused, the dhampir frowned at him, unsure if he had decided to change strategy. His moment of hesitation nearly became his downfall. However, the redhead didn't flinch at his decision as she was still dealing with the loss of three people in total. Enemy or not, they were doing this battle high up. It was only human to feel like this.

Let's see how our no-longer-benched members would handle this...

Action : Doing as Strategised - Unsetteling Aura : ON

Action: Benched.
Stats: STA: 11 | EVA: 6 (+2 = | STR: 14 | WIS: 0 | ARCP: 0 | ACC: 15 (+2 = 17)
Abilities: Fangs, Bite & Claw | Martial Artist | Unsettling Aura
Broom: Twigger 90 - In the role of Keeper, if the Keeper effectively blocks an attempt to score rather than obtain possession of the quaffle they can kick the quaffle at the user who attempted to score. This must be declared at the time actions are submitted. This would have damage like a bludger using an accuracy roll to hit and the user's strength score to determine the amount of damage done. If the quaffle hits or misses the target, a quafflegrab the next round would be necessary to determine which team has possession of the quaffle again.

mentions Erin Ryan | Quinn Healey | Ethen Emerys Cash Ironwoods | huffle+slyth teams in general

feb 7th, 2021 game 2

The first times in one’s life was always important. Well, especially those happened when yo were young, and those with certain difficulty. This was the second time that her bat touched the iron ball during this match - the first time she simply sent it away to literally anywhere away from her teammates, but now it was totally different. She had an aim. And a slippery one, too.

She aimed. She hit the bludger. She watched Ryan being knocked off her broom somewhere near Palmer. Good enough. Lindsey knew that she had to thank Quinn. It was Captain Healey who did the first struck (which was just fantastic, by the way) and dealt great damage to Ryan which she certainly couldn’t achieve herself. But it was strange. At least strange to have an aura of calm around her, making Lynn concentrated enough to send the iron ball towards her target.

She turned around in huge delight. But no. Where was the half-giant who was faithfully guarding their seeker Emerys? Where had he been? She believed she had heard a second then a third small “crack”, the former from Cash while latter Quinn. Her heart winced a bit seeing Cash falling, but then anger filled the badger’s heart - Larkston had come back again, as soon as she had completed her penalty lap. As usual she went towards Ethen and got intercepted, the only difference was that the collision this time was successful. Damn it. She shouldn’t have abandoned her post near Ethen - she had already avoided it twice, then why couldn’t she do the same for the third time? Meanwhile she saw Ami getting into position after Quinn’s fall. Had Ethen spotted the snitch yet? “C’mon, let’s do this team…”

Stats: STA 7 · EVA 6(+1=7) · WIS 7(+1=8) · ARC 6 · STR 8(+1=9) · ACC 9(+2=11)
Abilities: Statistically Relevant (+2 acc) | Lovely Creature
Broom: Nimbus 1700

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So much had happened. Two of their own team and Larkston had gotten penalties while Healy, Ryan and Ironwoods had been knocked off of their broom. It was getting so much more aggressive than Stanley would have thought. Everyone seemed to be going after the other teams seeker which petrified the small boy. If he had to go onto the pitch how would he survive with beaters like those?

He slowly reassured himself that their own beaters were good enough to defend anyone and no one would let anything to happen to another teammate on purpose. Everything was going to be okay. Emerys would get the snitch and they would win. It was going to be easy peasy. Stanley's leg started to jiggle up and down again as he wrapped his arms around his body and wishfully looked up towards the sky.

Action: Benched
Stats: Sta: 4 [+1=5] | Eva: 7 [+1=8] | Str: 1 | Wis: 7 | Arc P: 6 | Acc: 5 [+2=7]
Abilities: Part-Goblin
Broom: Comet 180 [+2 accuracy, +1 evasion, +1 stamina]

Koko may have loved her hoops very much, but it got a little boring and anticlimactic to sit there, watching, while everything was going on around her. Really, she was tensed for a scoring attempt that didn't even occur. How annoying was that? Very, very annoying.

After waiting a few seconds and watching Hufflepuff's Chasers and Keepers go elsewhere, Koko felt it was fine to relax and watch the game unfolding beneath her. She didn't feel bad about how her team were doing, but... Oh, wait, what was that?

Well, never mind her previous thoughts. She definitely felt awful as she watched Cassandra fall from their broom with no one going to save them (she could have! Why hadn't she known!?), but that gross feeling in her stomach turned into the sensation of being punched in the gut as she watched Erin, useful, strong Erin plummet.

What!?

No, no, this wasn't supposed to happen. Erin was their stone wall of a beater, the beater who wasn't supposed to fall right when she was needed!

(and for some reason, koko didn't move. why? why was that!?)

Even though she wore her Quidditch gloves, Koko could tell that the skin over her knuckles was white from how tightly she was gripping her broom. It seemed as if her disbelief had turned into a fiery anger that coursed through her veins, that fuelled her far more than any sort of fear or ambition did.

She was so damn furious she could hardly breathe-

And then, right then, Dan.

An angry hiss of air left her, and she nearly shot away from her posts before seeing Tyranni, resourceful, wonderful Tyranni, zipping towards him. Dan was safe. Dan was safe.

Still, they were missing Erin, and Cash too. Luckily, they had Percival, but... if the cheating, awful Hufflepuffs took him out...

They'd be beater-less.

Koko had hated Hufflepuffs for nearly two years, and she had a strange feeling that the hate swirling in her stomach would not go away anytime soon.

OOC disclaimer - I love Huffles, and Koko's anger isn't mine

Mod stuff:

Reducio

Stats (with broom boost):
Stamina: 18
Strength: 6
Evasion: 9
Accuracy: 9
ArcPower: 8
Wisdom: 9

Abilities:
Part-veela Alluring: 10% chance opponent friendly fires
Evasive Manoeuvres: 10% chance auto dodge
Part-veela Scream: n/a

Broom:
Silver Arrow (+3 to all stats)

Percival glowered at the boy. His expression lighting slightly at the boy cried out in exclamation. A smirk grew across his face as he prepared to rub salt into the boy's wound. Though, his attention was taken away by the mess happening on the field. Gritting his teeth, as he realized both beaters had been wiped out. His heart felt like it was raising up into his throat before being dropped harshly back into his chest cavity. It was now his turn, and things would either go somewhat alright or extremely badly. "This isn't over, Holmwood." he snipped at the boy before standing up from the bench. Percival bristled at the boy's comment whipping around the glare at the boy. "Prat." he would snap while sticking his tongue out at the boy. A childish move on his part, but a move non the less. The boy mounted his broom before taking off into the air.

Actions: Doing as strategized

Mentioning: @Flash Holmwood

Stats:

Reducio

Abilities: Foulplay and Lovely Creature

Broom: Moontrimmer [+3 to two separate stats, +10% chance to auto-dodge an attack, twink broom]

Stats: | Stamina [+3 Moontrimmer] | Evasion 6 | Strength 8 | Wisdom 5 | Arcane Power 8 | Accuracy 7 [+3 Moontrimmer] |

He got knocked, but unlike all the other times. He fell with a massive smirk falling too quickly to notice much else. He trusted his teammates. And now it was up to them. They knew what to do and no matter what happened the young captain would be proud. Ground was still gonna hurt like something. But he's survived worse.

Action : Knocked off Broom