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Dylan had flopped back...The pounding in his head roaring to life...His whole body was riddled with aches and pains. His legs were lifeless, head and face pounding...hair GONE...Absentmindedly, he heard the first spell and quickly bought his wand up to protect himself against it...but he'd been powerless against the second.
His vision was swimming. He couldn't see too far out in front of him...and there were these strange spots. Dylan had never seen spots before...Not even after a Quidditch injury...
When the second hit...both hands started to plank-up on him...and the Slytherin groaned. This entire duel had been a fail. Things just were NOT going his way...and he wanted to end it...but Alice would never give up. She was a true Gryffindor like that. Dylan recognized it for what it was...achy-head and all...
"Alice........"....He had made her spit up slugs...OH. As an afterthought...."Don't clear those slugs away, either....." Dylan didn't know if it was in bad taste to collect them for potions ingredients or not...but he'd definitely didn't want to waste them....
Blergh....The Slytherin was in need of a potion....
"......Truce......?" It was shouted and breathless at the same time....
"Truce? No.." Still vomiting, it was kinda hard to talk, you know?
".. way." Alice waited for the next wave of slugs to empty from her system before speaking again.
"You can't.. bend your... fingers anymore, can't hold... your.. wand.." That's what Petrificus Digitirus did, you know?
"I win, you lose.. now.. get the.. slugs.. outta me.." Upchucking continued periodically, staggering itself with sneezes.
No, but seriously. She had a broken arm, was still sneezing enough to blow Hogwarts down, and mollusks were pouring out of her mouth. This was NOT going in a truce.
"But really.. I.. think I need the healer.." Duel over now, yes? She won?
With that, Alice began crawling her way to the door, leaving a trail of slugs in her wake.