CL PV Players Baby Broomers

Stats: Sta 6 | Eva 6 | Str 4 | Wis 10 | Arc 8 | Acc 6
Broom: Shooting Star (+1 eva, +1 sta)
Abilities: Sixth Sense | Perfectionist

Bea thanked all her lucky stars that she wasn't slipping off her broom anytime soon. Her legs were still spasming out a weird angles, causing her hands to grip her broom shaft tightly. Her knuckles were white along the wood, and Bea once again cursed herself. This wasn't even a hard race! Just the thought of what was to come though...she'd seen the last broom race and how hard it was for the players. Her thoughts though were even more opposed to giving up. How could she, after saying yes and being mid-way through. She'd just have to persevere and carry on.

Gripping her wand in her right hand, Bea made sure she was still balanced on her broom, stupid spell and stupid legs, she glanced around her. Most of the other players in this race her flying alongside her, and maybe it was her current feelings about the race and the jig her legs were doing mid-air, or maybe it was just because Cassandra was older, more experienced in flying than she, but as Beatrice spotted the other girl, she knew Cassandra would be her target. Twisting her wand in the correct movement at the other flier, a half knot of some kind if Bea remembered correctly, she shouted a clear "Obscuro!" Thankfully, it worked. Out fluttered a black ribbon, which tied itself around the other girl's eyes. With the antlers already in place, it seemed the other girl was much worse off than Bea. It made her feel slightly better, even if her legs still hopped to and fro in the air. Now to try and keep flying!

Action: As strategised