Dmitri relished the fact that he was able to aid his team in something so barbaric as a fist-fight—even if it was, ultimately, for another motive whatsoever. He watched with unmasked glee as his kick landed squarely on the girl's chest and launched her straight towards another of her teammates, knocking both students prone.

Though he didn't exactly enjoy being reduced to letting fists and kicks fly, one thing he did like doing was winning. And so far, they were doing quite a job at it.

Of course, living up to his Slytherin nature, the boy's unexpected will to let his fists do the talking was all done for a greater purpose.

He had to let the audience and whoever authority there was in the "fight club" think he was playing the game. That he was just as clueless and naive as the others.

Even back when a mysterious random boy was outlining the rules, the blonde-haired Slytherin already had an inkling of exactly what risks they were taking. None of these other students knew the peril they were in—a peril that Dmitri took all of one round to fully realize. After the first blows were made, the others would have seen the older Slytherin take a few steps to the side, foregoing the next round to be left to his thoughts, fists dropped to his side. The resulting scuffle would have given him enough time to do so.

It was very convenient, he thought to himself. For anyone who was planning to eliminate most of a well-renowned competitive house (for whatever reason—though in the back of his mind, he suspected the same reasons as the spider attack), it would be immensely convenient to dangle a prize in front of a prideful, overachieving, impressionable group of children to fight each other over. Once most of the horde of students were exhausted, it would be the perfect time to stage an attack.

And all of them would be too worn out to fight back.

A chill went down Dmitri's spine at how exactly fucked they were right now.

His eyes flickered and roamed all over the place as his mind flashed through different ways they all can get out of here. The no-magic thing might just be face-value, maybe they could still use their wands. And even if they can't, he will find what's stopping their magic and destroy it.

It frustrated him that the only magical weapon he had perfect control over might be rendered useless, but he will do everything to regain control over it. Dmitri has already proven that it isn't the tattoo that hindered them from casting—he conjured a spider well enough outside of the fight club.

ACTIONS
1. Discreetly touch his chestnut wand hiding in his back pocket and whisper a Rictusempra to test if the spell works—on himself

IF THE TEST SPELL SUCCEEDS:
2. Cast Fumos (Smokescreen Spell) on the ring and on Victor's position at the same time <Spell Spread>
3. Once the smoke starts rolling in, cast Nec Divinos Crepitus (Cracker Jinx) at two random targets in the audience to incite confusion <Spell Spread>

IF THE TEST SPELL FAILS (Perfectionist II prevents harmful critical failure effects):
2. Observation Roll around the area to find what's inhibiting their magic
3. Observation Roll around the area to find what's inhibiting their magic

STATS
Stamina: 6, Evasion: 6, Strength: 2, Wisdom: 12, ArcPower: 11, Accuracy: 8

Interacting| @Erik Tharaldson

Action 1 Attempt to distract Erik into missing his targets by talking at him.
Action 2 Follow Erik around and keep trying to get his attention locked on her, grabbing his arm if necessary.
Action 3 Continue distraction?

| Stats |
Stamina| 5 | Evasion| 5 | Strength| 3 | Wisdom| 8 | Arcane Power| 7 |Accuracy| 7 |
| Ability |
Healing Sage

As one of the people placed in one of the last teams paired against each other for the first rung, Jack was most definitely nervous. He had hoped that more people would take Flash's advice to not fight and knew better to expect everyone to, but the reality of seeing kids their age going all out against each other without a shred of remorse or hesitation in some cases was jarring. It reminded him what mindless animals humans could degrade into when given half the chance to let go of their inhibitions.

He himself had never known real physical power; not the thrill of using one's own strength against another and coming out on top. However, if it was anything like the rush he got from winning an argument, he knew there was no stopping the addiction to the adrenaline rush once it started. It was too enticing, particularly for kids who had just spent their first year at a wizarding school as the lowest group in the Hogwarts caste system; ambitious kids, at that. Of course, they would have likely had enough of being helpless, particularly after having suffered during events such as the spider attack and the chaotic mess at the Blossom Ball. Now was their chance to let out all their pent up rage and prove to themselves just as much as to the assembled, betting crowd and their fellow schoolmates that they were not as powerless as they may have previously seemed.

However, Jack wasn't about to let others catch on to his fears and anxiety if he could help it. While Erik turned out to be a bit more of a disappointment to him than expected, the taller boy - the one Jack had met in Professor Jensen's office once before - had him curious. Ruby, at least, seemed reasonable enough, but the upperclassman whose name was still unknown to the Welsh boy struck him as rather arrogant. Arrogant people, as Jack knew well enough, could tend to underestimate others and end up being rather easily defeated.

Though he wanted to talk a little more to the nameless student who Jack only knew by the number seventeen, he was distracted by Victor's addressing a number thirteen - Santario Martin. The former third year mentioned some names which Jack wasn't familiar with, but from the way Santario reacted, she certainly seemed to know who they were.

He was oh-so-sorely tempted to go over to ask Santario about the people Victor had named, but students from both teams were already making their moves. Though Jack had meant to stay as close to Victor for as long and as often as he could during the matches, it seemed a rather eager young lady from the other side wanted to try having a go at him anyway.

Jack wouldn't have blamed her all that much, maybe, unsure of herself as she seemed. He did, after all, seem like the best target of all the others in his group. However, when she got close, he recognized her as the girl who had tried to give Victor CPR after he'd been burned; likely an excuse just to be able to kiss a boy. He hadn't thought very highly of her then and he most certainly didn't now.

Though he didn't fight back, opting to try to keep out of range (as he had hoped not to enter the ring at all in the first place, but might have depending on what Victor had responded when he'd talked to him earlier), Jack found himself caught from behind by his opponent and sucker-punched to the back of his neck. With a short yelp, he fell to his knees before trying to get back up and return to Victor's side. He couldn't afford to let his fragile upperclassman remain unprotected even for an instant.

However, the first year was surprised to find that the unknown, bleach-haired upperclassman from before not only shared his and Flash's views on the system Victor had mentioned but came to the Welsh boy's own rescue once Amara attacked in spite of the suggestion not to fight. The redhead frowned. As much as he hated to say it, he would owe the taller young man for that.

Meanwhile, Erik's animalistic response nearly regarding tearing off his sweater and his bloodthirsty grin, half scared Jack to death, causing the younger Slytherin's eyes to widen and his complexion to pale. He took an involuntary step back from his teammate, still keeping himself between Victor and the others while hoping to remain out of the ring. Amara tried attacking him again, but this time he was ready for her. Did she hold some sort of grudge against him, as he did for her by her awful, naive attempt to 'help' Victor when he was burned, or was she just attacking for the sake of attacking? Whatever the case, he was not impressed by her apparent brainlessness then, nor now, and watched her with equal parts contempt and disdain.

The other boys fought back against her for him, so Jack was content to remain where he was, positioned as Victor's self-appointed bodyguard, but somehow Amara still wouldn't relent in her attempt to get at him. Amazed she was still trying, he actually got kicked in the side while stunned from surprise but was still not terribly hurt. By the end of the round, the one knocked out was Amara, not him.

Foolish, he thought with chagrin, staring at her prone form on the floor.

By then, Santario appeared to have gotten ahold of herself and she and Victor had exchanged a few more words before she tried to move Amara's body out of the ring. Jack watched her warily, but kept glancing between their team and his own teammates. Erik was really starting to worry him, now. He looked for a minute like he was confused, but then his expression was clouded by what Jack might have thought was some silent, inner conflict. What was that? Was there a voice in his head too, or was he just...fighting with himself - his more primitive, violent nature at his core?

The new kid who Jack didn't recognize from their school was Erik's next target, and while the Welsh boy found himself feeling somewhat sorry for the eager, younger kid, his primary concern was still Victor. He stood his ground, ready to protect the older, dark-haired young man with his life or die trying, though he sincerely hoped it wouldn't come to the latter. Even so, he still knew that for all his weaknesses, he was still less delicate than the former burn victim at his back.

It wasn't until he saw the bleach-haired fellow from before reach behind to touch his...butt cheek? Oh, no...his back pocket...that Jack really began to worry, however. His eyes narrowed and he frowned, wondering what the guy was up to.

Meanwhile, Santario seemed to be trying to calm down a raging Erik. Jack didn't trust himself to interfere, as he didn't know either of the others very well, so he left Erik to Santario and called out to the bleach-haired boy (@Dmitri Jones) with his hands cupped over his mouth.

"Hey!" he called. "What are you doing?!"

Shit. Cursing in his head, Jack glanced back over his shoulder at Victor, wanting to reassure himself of the other boy's safety. Should he reach for his own wand...? He doubted the bleach-haired Slytherin's spell would work, but if it did, he could cancel it with a Freezing Charm of his own, right? How likely would that be to stop him if he was older and more powerful than Jack, though?

Well...still. It was better to attempt it than to not do anything, he thought.

Action 1: Call out to Dmitri while standing outside of the ring and in front of Victor to protect him.
Action 2: Pull out his wand from his own pocket.
Action 3: Attempt to cast Immobulus (the Freezing Charm) on Dmitri if he successfully manages to cast Fumos.

Health: 360/500
Stats: Sta: 5 || Eva: 7 || Str: 3 || Wis: 8 || AP: 6 || Acc: 6
Ability: Prodigal Charms Learner

Interacting with: @Victor Moore, @Dmitri Jones, @Erik Tharldson, @Santario Martin, @Amara Dragamior, @Ruby Cazares, & @Calvon Faux

This was an absolute joke. The girl was not one to fight for no reason, despite having trained in various fighting styles growing up. When Amara was knocked out, the girl was shocked. She had seen Erik on the quidditch field and she knew he was a werewolf from rumors she had heard. He was not one to mess with, and most certain one student she did not want to face. However, he took down one of their teammates too quickly without hesitation. Anger raged in her and she paced the room watching the others, unsure of what would happen from everyone else.

She had waited long enough, the time had come and there was blood to be spilled (hopefully). She charged at Erik, hoping to at least injure the boy enough to get him to back down from the meaningless fighting. If they could only work together instead of fighting each other, they could potentially take down the people whose perverted thoughts believed making young children fight against each other like animals was a good idea.

Actions:
Attack #1 : Sucker punch at Erik (at Dmitri if already KO'd)
Attack #2: Upper cut at Erik (at Dmitri if already KO'd)
Attack #3: Roundhouse kick at Erik (at Dmitri if already KO'd)

Stats:
Stamina: 9 | Evasion: 7 | Strength: 2 | Wisdom: 2 | Arcane Power: 3 | Accuracy: 7
Abilities:
Seer -- 10% auto-dodge & auto-hit

Erik jabs Calvon Faux.
Attack 19 (roll) + 4 (attack accuracy) + 5 (accuracy)
Evasion 19 + 5 (evasion)
Damage: 202 (41 health remains)

Tyranni attempts to sucker punch Erik.
Wisdom (Tyranni) 17 (roll) + 2 (wisdom)
Wisdom (Erik) 4 (roll) + 6 (wisdom)
Damage: 50 (550 health remains)

Observation (Dmitri)
DC: 20
Roll: 9 (roll) + 12 (wisdom)

Erik Cross Punches Calvon Faux
Attack 13 (roll) + 5 (accuracy)
Evasion 8 + 5

Tyranni attempts to uppercut Erik
Attack 9 (roll) + 7 (accuracy)
Evasion 1 (roll) + 6 (evasion)
Erik now suffers from the disoriented secondary effect where there is a 5% chance that they will auto-miss their attacks for the next 3 rounds.
Damage: 40 (510 health remains)

Erik uses Hook on Tyranni Whitethorn.
Attack 2 (roll) + 5 (Accuracy)
Evasion 2 (roll) + 7 (evasion)

Tyranni would attempt to Roundhouse kick Erik
Attack 6 (roll) - 4 (attack accuracy mod) + 7 (accuracy)
Evasion 6 (roll) + 6 (evasion)
10% auto-hit chance (Seer): 74

Actions Wait for one of the two to drop, passively dodge any incoming attacks

| Stats |
Stamina| 5 | Evasion| 5 | Strength| 3 | Wisdom| 8 | Arcane Power| 7 |Accuracy| 7 |
| Ability |
Healing Sage

Doing a Jack and expressing a desire to reply. I'm just waiting on a few ooc discussions/permissions

Group 7
[6] Amara Dragamior - unconscious, dragged from the ring by Santario.
[13] Santario Martin - attempting to stop Erik from fighting and failing
[30] Calvon Faux - unconscious
[31] Tyranni Whitethorn - stared off into space, getting ber @$$ handed to her, 12 health remaining.

Group 8
[3] Jack Burnett - mildly battered, 360 health remains; being Victor's frail body guard.
[17] Dmitri Jones - smuggling a spooder; staring off into space
[21] Ruby Cazares - did nothing
[22] Erik Tharldson - kicking ass and taking names; 510 health remains

Erik attempts to Sucker Punch at Tyranni Whitethorn.
Attack (Wisdom) 18 (roll) + 6 (wisdom)
Evasion (Wisdom) 9 (roll) + 2 (wisdom)
10% auto-dodge chance 38 (roll)
Tyranni took 220 damage, 680 health remains

Erik attempts to Jab at Tyranni Whitethorn
Attack 20 (critical success) + 4 (attack accuracy) + 5 (accuracy)
Evasion 14 (roll) + 7 (evasion)
10% auto-dodge chance 50
Tyranni took 404 damage, 276 health remains

Erik attempts to Leopard Blow at Tyranni Whitethorn
Attack 20 (critical)
Evasion 3 (roll)
10% chance that the opponent suffers the weakened secondary effect where they do 10% less damage for the next 3 rounds. 67 (failed)
10% auto-dodge chance 71
Tyranni took 264 damage, 12 health remaining