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"I will admit no such thing." Ethan answered firmly, casting a leg-locker curse, obscuro. then a joint reversal jinx at the older mans elbow.
Peacock feathers! Sprouting from his arms! Would it be like plucking a chicken? Ethan flicked his wand on himself, and a jet of steaming hot water hit his skin, the sticky tar ironically the only thing stopping him from being terribly burnt. He took hold of the first feather and pulled it out, his expression barely indicating that the sensation was much like removing a painful splinter.
Kazimeriz quickly blocked the leg-locker curse and obscuro. He cast a silent
deprimo at Truebridge's wand, his aim sharp and true. He raised his wand again, intending to cast a shield charm and planning to follow up with a duro spell-- he'd been handling him with kid gloves to this point,but if Truebridge wanted to play rough, then he'd turn him to stone!
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SeerCassandraTrelawney Alessia could no longer stand it! She knew her godfather was just playing with the professor, she'd seen him duel before... she knew he was going to tire of the young handsome professor and start using Dark Magic. And yes... Valon Kazimeriz would not stop until he got what he wanted. And then her beloved Papa Valon would spend the rest of his days in Azkaban, because of her. Tears began running down her cheeks at the thought as she stepped out from the crowd gathered and said "Papa Valon! Please Stop. Please..."
Alessia's voice rang out in the crowd, the anguished tone causing Kazimeriz's heart to sink like a stone in his stomach. What was he doing, dueling a colleague at the school? And without her blessing, apparently...? He lowered his wand.
"As you wish." he said simply, not noticing the third spell cast by his opponent. The joint reversal jinx missed his elbow and hit his bad hip, causing a sharp and probably important popping sound and followed up by a flare of exquisite, white hot pain as the old magical wound reopened.
Oh, typical Slytherin, to take the cheap and easy shot! The spell confirmed in his mind that Truebridge was indeed a man of no honor. It took all of Kazimeriz's strength to remain on his feet, and he exhaled sharply, trying not to react despite the intense pain.
"I concede." he said in a soft and shaky voice. He accio'ed his cane, hoping he could at least leave the piste and get off his feet... retreat to private quarters before the pain became unbearable, and retain some measure of his dignity.