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Casey O 
Ellery was ECSTATIC. If she had found Hirsch's face anything more than perfectly symmetrical, she might've swooned. But 1. every other girl was doing just that and 2. she was too focused on putting her helmet thing on. So swooning would have to wait. First, she had to find a partner…Olly, of course, but where was he????
OH. "UNHAND ME, YOU KNAVE!!!!" She shouted in a medieval, pirate-y accent, then immediately stomped on his feet. She wasn't wearing heels, but her legs WERE very strong, so that was a plus.
If that didn't work, she was going to bend forward and fling him up over her shoulder. It's okay. He was invincible.
Not the feet! Almost every other part of his body was covered by the fancy protection gear provided by the professor. Except they had not been given special protective shoes. Olly was just wearing his normal shoes, which were not designed to stand up to an attack from an angry twelve year old. He jumped, but managed to hang on to one of her arms. Though he did drop the other.
"Never!" He exclaimed. What was she, a pirate? Or maybe a knight. And he was some sort of medieval bandit. Come to...steal something. That's what bandits did, right? He kept a firm (but not too firm) grip on one of her wrists and moved his other one forward to try and trap her more firmly. He only hoped that he had not hesitated too long and given Ellery enough time to escape.