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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on Dec 27, 2008 11:51:01 GMT -5
Michael's eyes narrowed and he pushed away the flood of thoughts that came with the last thing the guy had said. "You really have to resort to taunts about the afterlife?" he asked, shaking his head. "That's really sad, why don't you just go after my mother while you're at it?" It was really a shame when someone couldn't come up with a good insult, didn't it kind of come with the territory of being a bad guy?
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Post by Markise Sterling on Dec 27, 2008 11:56:40 GMT -5
Markise's mind had stuck on the same thing, just enough that his terror dropped to a slightly more manageable level. That guy was telling Michael he'd be going to hell? Markise couldn't be sure, but he'd assume that Michael didn't go around killing random people. If anyone was going to hell here it was the freak with the bad hair.
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Post by Hektor Griffith on Dec 28, 2008 2:41:10 GMT -5
"Nah, I would prefer not to talk about that woman. Either way, are you going to fight me? It seems YOU," Hektor said, pointing to the first boy he encountered, "Are not the fighting type. So I guess it's just me versus the new-comer. So, as they say in Europe, Have at thee!" Hektor laughed a little on the inside, using such a bland term considering this wasn't going to be a fair fight at all.
Hektor pulled out his wand, prepared for the best.
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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on Dec 28, 2008 16:49:15 GMT -5
Have at thee? Michael blinked and stepped around toward Markise, keeping his eyes on the other guy. "I don't care to fight," he said, though it looked like there wasn't going to be much of a choice for him. He also knew he could just reach up and stun the guy right there, but he wasn't about to throw the first attack. Instead, he case a simple protection spell in front of himself and Markise, knowing that would be enough to block whatever beginning strike the guy threw.
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Post by Markise Sterling on Dec 28, 2008 16:54:05 GMT -5
Markise had nearly jumped when the crazy guy pointed at him, and his eyes had widened. Only until his exclamation of have at thee, however. He was fairly sure that phrase was confined to English literature, not as a European phrase, since this was the first time he'd heard it said. He was perfectly content to shift a bit closer to Michael, too. He'd just pay attention, and if they needed to run, he'd run. He didn't want to draw any more attention to himself than necessary though, so he kept quiet.
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Post by Hektor Griffith on Dec 29, 2008 1:12:50 GMT -5
Hektor did not see the second boy casting the protection spell. So, he pointed his want at the boy and said, which a bit of a smile on his face, "Stupify!"
Unfortunately, the spell bounced right back off of the shield, however it did not come back at Hektor, himself. Hektor, a little dazed, said, "A protection spell, eh? Well, let's see what else it can handle... can it take... fire? Can it take... death?" He said that last word with a snake-like hiss.
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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on Dec 29, 2008 11:55:23 GMT -5
"It can take nearly anything you throw at it," Michael said, resisting the sigh that rose up at the guy's overacting. "Would you like to test it out? Just keep in mind those powerful friends I have." He didn't think the guy would throw the killing curse, didn't think he could throw it. Confundo, Michael thought, silently realizing that if it wasn't for the man called his father he wouldn't be so proficient in nonverbal spells.
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Post by Markise Sterling on Dec 29, 2008 23:39:38 GMT -5
Michael had cringed when the boy with the bad hair had cast his spell, and again the moment before it bounced from Michael's shield. He listened, wide-eyed, and at Michael's declaration of powerful friends, he had only tried all the harder to blend into the walls, something he'd never been particularly good at.
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