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Felixir 
NEMESIS UPSTEAD: NEO-ALLIANCE
Although, was someone firing spells this way? Irresponsible. Nem was trying to save a life over here. Or something. At least the Neo-Alliance followers had apparently taken their leave from the bridge, one way or another.
Right, yes, the one thing. "Just to answer your question..." Nem stopped trying to heave the woman up over the side for a moment, endeavoured only to keep her in place as they leaned in a little closer, all the better to rivet their blue eyes unfalteringly on hers. What was it Lucien Rosier had told them? Oh yes. "There is nothing wrong with me." They grinned pleasantly, digging their fingers spitefully into Burnbridge's arms. Seemed they were done here. "Your services are no longer required."
Dropping the smile, face inscrutable once again, Nemesis Upstead let go, shoving Former Headmistress Anastasia Reina Bunbury Truebridge's hands away and snatching at her wand in the process.
"Peace." Quote:
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BanaBatGirl For a moment, Annie thought, she really thought, that she was going to win this one. Upstead the Umpteenth really had her believing. Look at those icy orbs staring into her soul; surely someone who looked nearly as precious and beautiful and talented and intelligent and fabulous as her (because, obviously, her eyes were sharper, so once again, Nem just wasn't quite on par) couldn't do such a thing to her.
Surely... this was the case.
And surely, just as surely, her narcissism would be her downfall.
The woman's perfectly outlined and lipsticked red mouth opened in a wide O of surprise when Nemesis Upstead let go of her arms (which hurt, by the way; her arms physically and emotionally hurt now; AND now she'd be falling to her grave with blemished skin on her forearms). Bunz fell with only one last word which was really very telling of her personality and outlook on life and everything else:
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOoooooooooooooooooooo!"
Hopefully, the redheaded Queen would stay dead down there at the bottom of the ravine. Because, to be clear, she was.
Dead.
With the long, high-pitched squeal of the former Headmistress, the wooden bridge began to splinter properly. Where it once had been merely falling in half, now it was all coming down.
Anyone who did not escape in time would also fall to their doom.
Only the slightest bits of each end of the bridge were left standing at the end of this epic, loud, splintery fall. In fact, a big
BOOM could be heard quaking throughout the grounds when the bridge finally came down.
Thus ended former Headmistress Anastasia R. Truebridge, buried, ironically, by a structure of the same name.