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Post by Markise Sterling on Jan 19, 2009 21:02:18 GMT -5
Markise held his hands up in a mocking gesture of supplication. "Fine, believe whatever the hell you want. But if something happens to Dare, you're gonna f~ing pay for it, Death Eater or not." An incredibly stupid thing to say, Markise realized the moment the words were out. He took a couple hasty steps backward, then turned to get away as quickly as he could.
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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on Jan 19, 2009 21:11:35 GMT -5
Michael's wand was in his hand and he took a few long steps to Markise, taking his arm again with his empty hand as he brought up his wand with the other. "You can't do anything to me," he said, eyes and expression hard. Somewhere during the meeting, he had forgotten that Markise was trying to do what was best for Dare. Somewhere along the way he had pushed away the fact that he and Markise had actually been getting along.
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Post by Markise Sterling on Jan 19, 2009 21:24:45 GMT -5
Markise was definitely scared now. His bravado died in a flash at the sight of that wand, and coupled with the pressure of a hand on his arm that he knew he couldn't escape, it brought back flashes of helplessness and pain. His breathing shallowed, and for a moment, all he could do was brace himself for something that didn't come. He was built for agility, not sheer strength.
"I... I'm sorry," he pleaded, his voice softening again reflexively. His brows knitted together, and he tried to drop his gaze, but couldn't, not with that wand right there. "I'm sorry, just... please let me go."
One of the best to keep someone from doing something, though, is just zapping their hands. It's a really easy, quick spell, and if they've got a hand on you you can just use it and, well, they're going to let go.
Markise blinked at the remembered words. He'd said it would work. Markise slipped his wand as unobtrusively as he could from the wand pocket running along his thigh and cast the nonverbal spell. The moment Michael let go, he was going to run.
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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on Jan 19, 2009 21:35:24 GMT -5
Michael inhaled sharply at the sudden pain in his hand and he jerked his hand away in reaction. It was only a moment before he darted after Markise, the length in his legs helping him keep up with Markise's speed. He knew that there would be few people in the area of the castle they were in, so he didn't have any reservations toward shooting a leg-locking spell towards Markise.
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Post by Markise Sterling on Jan 19, 2009 21:56:01 GMT -5
The spell just missed Markise as he ducked down another corridor, then another as quickly as he could. He wasn't thinking of anything but getting away right now, of the fact that he had gotten away, that somehow he'd managed it.
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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on Jan 19, 2009 22:03:08 GMT -5
Michael cursed loudly as he lost sight of Markise down the corridor as a group walked out in front of him. His eyes flashed dangerously and he clenched his jaw and gripped his wand tightly. He could have screamed in frustration. He stared down the corridor for a few long seconds before angrily tucking his wand away and going back to find his bag. He didn't need to be in class, he was already halfway through the day, he was heading home.
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