Petty Revenge PV Mikael and Robin Closed

Robin Wakefield

Robin's eyes caught the bonbon as it was being thrown at her feet, and jumped back at the BANG when it hit the ground. "Oh, you did not just-" she glared at Mikael, she didn't expect him to go after her first! Mildly annoyed, she threw one of her bonbons at him in retaliation. It was a horrible throw, and it missed him by a couple of inches. The crackle of the explosion when it hit the ground was still satisfying though, and she briefly wondered why anyone even considered making this into a candy. It would have been much better as a Fourth of July popper. Like those ones you throw at the ground and make a satisfying crack. Robin took another bonbon out of her pile, ignoring the stares of the students around her. What they thought didn't matter, this was now war. Nobody threw something at Robin without her returning the favor.

It was likely if she didn't throw any back, the two boys would probably just focus on her. Which wouldn't exactly something she would be supper happy about. If they were going to just aim for her anyways, she definitely wasn't just going to sit there and do nothing. With that thought firmly planted in her head, she readied her bonbon to toss it. Robin was then distracted by the yell of Yefim, and a bonbon that wasn't her own being thrown at the other Durmstrang student. Her eyes followed the trajectory and watched with a smile as she waited for the thing to hit Mikael.
I had to deal with finals, I appologize for being soooo late for this T-T

Mikael watched as Yefim began to run away, most likely to try and avoid the crossfire that soon would take place. Though unlike his counterpart Mikael was not one to turn and run away from a fight. That and the fact that he hadn't planned that far past him throwing the bonbon at the girl. The decision to throw the bonbon at the girl was nothing short then a spur of the moment decision. Mikael raised one eyebrow as the girl appeared surprised about getting hit.

A small smirk worming its way onto his face. Though it was short-lived as he watched the small brown ball being thrown towards him. Surprise crossed his features as he watched the shape fly closer to his form. His surprised look did not last long as he watched the ball sail past and hit the ground behind him. Mikael was thankful the bonbon hadn't hit him as he heard the explosion.

Inwardly, he wondered if it would hurt to get hit by a bonbon. It was possible that it would hurt about the same as getting hit with a stray racketball. The hard rubber of the racketball could easily feel similar to a small explosion when hitting one's chest. Though Mikael doubted the sweets would be sold legally if they did anything more then leave a small sting. That thought brought Mikael to what they were currently doing. Which was running around in a crowded area throwing a sweet, that happened to explode, at one another.

Mikael did not have to bother looking to see if anyone was watching them as he could feel the stares on them. His entire body felt itchy and tense at the same time. A strange combination that only seemed to annoy himself internally. It had not been his intention to call unwanted attention to themselves. Especially, not with some random girl that had seemingly appeared out of nowhere. His mind spun with thoughts that only seemed to fuel the fire burning slowly in his chest. Outwardly, he remained indifferent as he watched Yefim turn back towards the two people he had left in the dust.

It was to his surprise as he watched Yefim try to hit him with the bonbon. That play hadn't been something he had expected. Though as a beater he was fairly used to surprises. It would do him no good to not expect a bludger to come sailing towards him. As the Exploding Bonbon sailed closer to him Mikael clenched his teeth together as he debated on what to do. If only he had his bat he would hit the bonbon when it was close enough. Obviously it would have still exploded but at least it wouldn't have exploded on himself.

Mikael quickly tried to duck to the left to avoid the bonbon heading straight towards him. Though he was unable to stop the object to glance off his left shoulder. Even though it was a slight brush it was enough to make the damn thing explode. Mikael grimaced as he felt the sting that accompanied the graze as it imploded. Thankfully, the bonbon had not hit his dominant hand. Which meant Mikael was more than ok to return the favor to Yefim. Mikael chucked a bonbon at Yefim in retaliation hoping it would hit him.

The players took their positions, all of them clearly down for the match. Great! After the first one hit near the girl’s feet, she looked determined to fight back-- perhaps Americans weren’t so bad. After Yefim threw another bonbon at Mik, he also started wearing a grin, though his aim was off. It would’ve been cooler to see Mik get hit by the explosion, though regardless he loved the loud sound that they were making on impact regardless. The event had dragged everyone in the vicinity into the crossfire, and some of them were yelping and getting up to move out of the way. It was like setting fire to an ant hill-- hilarious! Yefim started laughing loudly as some of the older students around them started to curse them out, trying to reprimand them. Like that would work.

A bonbon popped by Mik’s shoulder, making him grimace. Yefim let out a loud ‘HA!’ even though realistically it looked like it barely touched him. Hitting the rim of the goal still counted as long as the ball rolled in! Another volley came his way, a revenge throw from Mik himself. Yefim tried some fancy feet, bulldozing someone’s nicely laid out tea time on a blanket, but still got beaned in the head by the loud confection. BAP! The sparks stung a bit, but not much. The impact of the bonbon was worse than the explosion, Mik’s throwing arm was strong.

Not one to leave others out of the chaos, Yefim lofted two bonbons in each hand and simultaneously threw them at both of his counterparts. They would learn the meaning of minor pain! Though the only real losers in this war were all the campers who had wanted a quiet afternoon. Like a hurricane, the three of them had turned the area into their own personal playground, and everyone else could stuff it. Yefim was clearly giddy, a smile on his face that could almost be described as sweet. He always felt his best when people were running away from him, terrified. He didn’t know how long it would take for someone to come in and try to physically stop him, but unless he got tired or bored before that, nothing was going to get in the way of his fun.

And he was having lots of fun.

@Percival Rainwood @Crystal Jagger
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