Stress Build-Up

[Emilian Sota]

Emilian grunted as he was thrown into the wall. He reached up and took the thumb and turned it away from his throat, pulling the hand with it. "Give me one good reason," he said, using the thumb on his free hand to press a particularly painful pressure point on the other guy's hip, the sharp bone digging into the tender flesh, and pushed him away.

[Chase Firebrand]

Chase groaned as he was forced away. His eyes were blazing fire as he slipped his wand free of his waistband, raising it to an offensive position. "Make one move and I'll kill you. Not a single person at this school would blame me, I'll have a hundred witnesses that'll say it was in defense." The threat was spoken with a cold assurance entirely at odds with the gleam in his eyes. His entire posture said that he meant his words, and that he was entirely capable of going through with them.

[Emilian Sota]

Emilian whipped out his wand and trained it on the other guy. He was breathing hard, the act in itself difficult. "You don't have the balls to kill me." He sent the Conjunctivitis at him. "May I know the name of this handsome little face I'm disfiguring?" he asked.

[Chase Firebrand]

Protego! Chase blocked the spell, sending it flying back toward Emilian. He had meant every word he said. He was an excellent duelist, when he cared enough to bother. "Firebrand," he replied. Flagrate. His wand arced, sending a fiery X blasting across the short space between them.

[Emilian Sota]

"Funny name," Emilian remarked, but he couldn't ask a second or first name, he dodged the fire. He had never been very good with a wand, never using it unless necessary, and it very rarely was. Petrificus totalus. It was an elementary spell, but he had found that it was best to keep to the basics, when he tried anything fancy it inevitably backfired.

[Chase Firebrand]

The spell only managed to unbalance Chase for a moment before he'd cast a silent Ennervate and put up an immediate Protego shield. "Are you even trying?" Chase taunted. He flicked his wand at Emilian's pants, a gesture quick enough to easily miss. Diffindo! He listened for the satisfying rip of cloth.

[Emilian Sota]

"What the-" he looked down and then back up, eyes hard, "How did I know that you just wanted in my pants?" What bothered him most wasn't the fact that he was exposed, but that the pants had been one of his favorite pairs. The thought crossed his mind though, that he must be something to look at, clunky boots, tight shirt. Expelliarmus! His eyes narrowed, how he hated dueling.

[Chase Firebrand]

"You wish," Chase growled. His wand jumped, and he lunged to catch it, landing hard on the floor. He'd had enough of playing for now. Reducto. It was far too harsh a spell to use on another human, but it was legal, and it would cover him while he got to his feet. "Your time's running short," Chase said. "Give up."

[Emilian Sota]

Protego! Even with the shield up, Emilian was knocked off his feet for just a moment. "I don't give up," he said, glaring as he got to his feet. He sent a stunning spell towards Firebrand. Anything to get this guy off his back.

[Chase Firebrand]

Chase had already brought up his shield, and the spell bounced away. "Too bad." His eyes flared pure red ringed in black as he brought up his wand for the last time. "I wish I could say it's been a good fight." Avada Kedavra. A flash of green burst from Chase's wand.

[Adara Snow]

"No!" Adara had been watching, along with the crowd of students already in the entrance hall, and those who had been gathering around the spectacle. She burst into the open space around the boys, her hands wrapping around the wrist of the boy about to commit murder. She didn't know him, but she couldn't let him do that, not even to someone who was just as guilty.

[Emilian Sota]

Emilian's eyes had widened, the boy really did have the balls to do it. He saw the green, it filled his vision, and went straight over his shoulder. He let out a sigh, realizing he had been holding his breath, and let his eyes refocus. "Adara!" It surprised him that she'd be the one to save him, and he backed up against the wall. It suddenly hit him how exhausted he was, even after such a short fight. He figured the loss of blood had something to do with it. The faint thought crossed his mind that he should leave, but at that moment he was just thankful to be alive.

[Chase Firebrand]

"What are you doing?!" Chase yelled, wrenching his wrist away from the girl, though he was too late to correct his aim. "He's a rapist, he's got half the girls in this school scared to breathe, I'm doing you a favor!" Without waiting for an answer, he turned his attention back to Emilian, fully intending on finishing this, since no one else would even acknowledge what was happening.

[Adara Snow]

"No!" Adara grabbed his wrist tightly and pulled, hoping that her strength was enough to at least make it difficult to aim. "He may be all those things you say, but will you be the same?" Her soft voice was firm, demanding that the boy listen. "Will you sin because he has sinned? Will you let every child in this room now make him a hero because of your anger?" It was all she could think to say, the only hope she had of redeeming herself.

[Emilian Sota]

Accio, Emilian thought, salvaging what was left of his pants. He raised his arm up and aimed his wand at Firebrand. "Adara, get over here," he said, unsure of why or of what he would do if another spell was shot at him.