BLINK.

Gold pretty much forgot that she had brought Iceflame down in a rather enthusiastic way, and clonked something that was either part of Kellen, or his armour. "Battles have ankle-biters?" she asked.

Oh, well.

Weirder things have happened, in history.

NOOO.

"How dare thou blockest my blow?" Gold asked, making a variety of faces at Kellen. Then Kellen had grabbed her, and Gold's eyes widened. "Away with you, Foul Orc!" She cried, hitting his helmet with Iceflame twice, but it was of no use - sure, he wasn't going to like the fact that his helmet was abuzz with Iceflame's handiwork, but she was going down.

-- and then she did. Gold frowned, reaching out to thwack Iceflame, the Frying Pan, on Kellen's headgear, again.

"Take that, Orc!person!"

Worst thing about being a hobbit, being SMALL. Such a disadvantage. Especially now when she was trying with all her might to stay atop Raiden. Fruitless her atempts were, as she was easily knocked off to the side of him.

Rolling onto her stomach, which was hard with the armor and almost impossible but she made it, the spatula thrown by Gold flew over her head. Retaliating, she picked up any utensils with in arms reach and threw them at Gold. They may have hit Sabel and Kellen as well, but she didn't care cause they were all the enemy.

Then she thwacked Raiden with her pillow. "Take that, Boromir!!" He had to be someone from the book right? Right.

Really? Evelyn was going to point her little spoon looking thing at Carter... like that was going to scare him. Pffft, she would just point her spiky, rolly thing at Evelyn. "Back off Evelyn before I use this on you too." She would roll it over the hands of both her friends if she had to. She was not going to let both of them gang up on Carter at the same time.

"Do Orcs know the meaning of Valiant?" Sabel called out but was quickly distracted by Excalibur coming towards his head. "And of course there are ankle-biters! Makes things unpredictable!" Too much like a dog thrown a bone, he detached from Kellen's legs and sprang for his fryingpan. "Mine!!"

He embraced it about the same time that it and a random spoon projectile collided with the strainer upon his head. Next time, they would have to take a few minutes to pad the inside of their armour so that the sound wouldn't be so fierice.

Good Lord!

Arya had gone crazeh! The Hufflepuff was picking up any amount and type of utensils, and throwing them at her! Gold dodged one, then another, and then the third hit her, square on the HEAD.

Or on her helmet!cooking-pot. Though that wasn't much relief, given the soundssss that she had to listen to. Oww. Just.... oww.

But at least Sabel had Excalibur back. "The Frying Pan that was taken is returned!" Gold cried triumphantly. Like, you know, the Sword that was Broken, but Reforged? Hehe. "Victory shall certainly be ours, now!" She waved Iceflame about, picking up one of the cake-pans Arya had thrown at her, and throwing the item back at the Huffie.

Take THAT!

Freeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeedom!

Raiden immediately rolled to the other side and managed a crouched position before Arya recovered enough to thwack him right in the face with her pillow.

Ooof.

Grabbing the wooden spoon that Gold had almost hit him with a few minutes ago, he threw it at Gold, thwacking Arya with the pillow in his other hand.

"Sorry Frodo Hobbit person," he yelped, leaping to his feet and running toward Gold and Sabel. He removed a hidden spatula from his person and gave a swing at the two attacking Kellen.

GEROFF HIM GRYFFINDOOOOOORS. Hehe.

Haha!

Carter got tonged!

She would throw that in his face for the rest of their Hogwarts days! "You got tonged!" she said opening and closing them in his face. If she was thinking, she would have tonged his nose too.

She started to stand and was juuuust about to flee when she saw him lunge at her with a..wooden spoon?

Well, wooded spoons weren't that scary. Not as scary as her tongs! Taking a step closer to Carter, she held up the tongs..

..and started falling backwards!

Marie!

"You play dirty Marie! Let go of the rope!" she said through gritted teeth trying to pull the rope off of her friend. This was not a fair battle at all. Destiny pulled the rope to try to help herself stand, but could only get on her knees. She knelt there for a few seconds staring at Marie before thinking of something to do.

Her thought of concentration broke when..

..EVELYN!

Evelyn was Destiny's savior! The wooden spoon was knocked out of Carter's hands and now he was face to face with a very big ladle. Snickering at her ladle pointing friend and the epic HUMMING, she slowly rose to her feet..all dramatic like.

Battle music time!

"Dun, dun, dun, duh, duh, duhhhhhh! Duh, duh, duh, dun, dun, dunnnnnn!" she hummed along with Evelyn, looking at the battle going on around her. Now, who was she to attack now?

She didn't need to think about it as she heard Marie speak and point that very dangerous spiky thing at Evelyn. Oh. No. She. Didn't.

Staring at Marie for a few more seconds, Destiny took a running leap landing right on top of the mean, spiky holding Slytherin.

BANG!

Destiny started banging the tongs against Marie's pot helmet.

Clunkkk.

The unexpected wooden spoon collided with the back of the cooking-pot on her head, and fell to the ground. Surprised, Gold turned around, only to see Raiden running towards her.

"Raiden! You have chosen the Orc-side!" Gold said, pretending to gasp as Raiden swung a spatula at them. She raised Iceflame!Frying Pan to shield both her own self and Sabel, before picking up the wooden spoon that had fallen to the ground, and chucking it at Raiden.

"Your forces of evil shall never overcome the Light!"

Or so she hoped.

Kellen Stern was very dazed right now. Three times he'd been whacked on the helmet, and there seemed to be a metallic echo going through his head. But something inside him, whether instinct or stubborn refusal to give in to Sabel, made his hands tighten on Excalibur.

To Sabel's question, he replied (still rather dazed), "Maybe if you asked them instead of constantly braining them all the time, they'd tell you."

Hey look, a Raiden. And he was fighting on Kellen's side. That was nice.

Wait.

Reinforcements! Kellen shook his head and glanced at Sabel, tugging at the pan they were both grabbing, "Don't go all Sword in the Stone on me. Leggo!"

Carter was now wooden spoon-less. Not that it mattered. He was covered in tons of weapons. Using his pot lid shield he knocked the ladle and tongs out of the way. He then used the pillow to give both Evelyn and Destiny and good THWACK.

They would probably hate him in the morning. But he was having far too much fun to care.

And plus, he could make good apple pie. And if he really needed to he could make a fruit salad. And that would win them both over. So, crisis averted.

Her smirk started to fade as she turned around and saw what was being pointed at her.

WHAT in the WORLD was THAT!?

And who cooked with something like that either!? Eyes widening, her mind reeling with different strategies as to how to get out of this one WITHOUT using her wand, she was saved when...

...she started to hear someone humming along with her and pounce on Marie.

Bahaha! Smiling once more when she saw her friend start hitting Marie in the head with her tongs, Evelyn turned back to face Carter to make sure he stayed away from Destiny...and from helping his girlfriend. Pfft.

And later on, she will be complaining to Lawson. This tied with a invisible rope thing was ridiculous. Even though, at times, it was slightly funny, who would want to be stuck around Carter for so long?

Definitely not Evelyn!

Where was HER pillow when she needed it!

Second time in under 10 minutes she had been hit with a pillow! Slytherin down! Dropping her ladle, Evelyn looked over at the Gryffindor and then at the pillow in his hands.

Hehe...

Picking up her ladle, she ran towards him before going for the pillow rather quickly. It was always nice when an enemy was weaponless. Now, to just get the pillow so he'd stop attack Destiny.

Between clutching the frying pan close to his chest and getting smacked on the head with more projectiles, Sabel blinked up at Kellen, finding some reason for confusion. "Wait. Ask whobie whatie?" Blink blink. Perhaps the lack of sense was due to the constant ringing of the metal bowl upon his head.

"And only the rightful heir may pull the sword free! You tis not Arthur!!" No. Kellen was definetly more of a Sheriff of Nottingham; completely wrong legend, but the point still held.

Two words: Leggo!

Well, one word. But it was basically composed of two.

"Kellen Stern!" Gold said, still on the ground and, admittedly, a little dazed. "You let go of Sabel's rightful weapon, right now." She reached out, and thwacked the side of Kellen!Orc's helmet, again.

"Or else I'm going to thwack you again," she added, as an afterthought. He had better let go, now!

William hadn't seen the rolling pin coming, having been majorly distracted by the other battles going on around him. At the last moment though he ducked his head, rolling and cowering behind a rock he hadn't seen before. "Green is for envy and you're full of it!" he said jumping back up, his spatula outstretched as he faced Oliver. Yeah sure he was going to get hit with that rolling pin, and it would hurt, his pot was almost off his head and his spock shirt was sticky with green gunk but it smelled like mint and mint was good.

Without even waiting he ran at him, his head down, face set. "ARRRRGGGGGG!" he screeched as he pointed his sticky gooey spatula at Oliver, slashing his pillow. Break the defenses and the rest is easy he thought. Yeah not so easy he thought, his arm twisting at the last second, smearing the goo onto the other kids robes. "Hmm.' he muttered, skidding to a halt inches from Oliver and grinning shyly.

Turning to Doggy he bowed slightly, turning to fight along side him. He would fight to the end, even if that meant he was covered in goo and cowering behind a rock. Rocks were good like that. "I'm at your side Sir." he breathed, smearing mud on his face.

Oh that just wouldn't do.

Dodging the things being tossed in his direction, Raiden reached for Gold and grabbed onto the pan Gold had just railed Kellen in the head with.

YOINK.

"Heh. I don't know what an Orc is-" he thwacked her with the pillow, and immediately backpedaled a bit so she couldn't grab back the frying pan, "-but if Kellen's one then I guess I am too."

Commence pillow!beating! THWACK THWACK THWACK.

No. Way. NO FREAKING WAY!

"Hands off my weaponry, Orc!Prefect Kururugi!" Gold said, grabby-hands all over Iceflame!Frying Pan. To no avail. AND then he had to thwack her with a pillow. Gold raised her arms to shield her face, and then flicked a spatula, right out of her wrist-holster - not, on to her palm, as was the real purpose of the accessory, but - at Raiden's face.

Hopefully, that would stop the pillow attack for a while.

In the meanwhile, Gold grabbed a cake-pan on the ground, to shield herself. "Iceflame shall break free of your evil grip, Orc!helper!" She declared, chucking the cake-pan at Raiden's headgear, and grabbing Iceflame, the Frying Pan, with both hands. Then she pulled at it. Hard.

Come backkk, Iceflame, come BACK!

"Oh yes I..." Kellen's words were cut off as Gold hit him again, but fortunately her own dazed-ness made the blow a little softer than the ones before it. Soft enough for him to not flop to the ground again, anyway.

He sent a large grin Raiden's way, a silent thanks for taking Gold's pan, before refocusing on Sabel, "Right then, obstinate rock, prepare to meet an heir!" He put both feet on Sabel's shoulders and pushed, pulling on the handle at the same time.

SPOILER!!: The battle rages on....

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He smiled at the young Gryffie and nodded in the same way as he had. “And to you Shir.” He said imitating his James Bond impression wondering if that was done in recognition of the Slytherin's very soft Scottish lilt. He was about to say something else when Trixie hit the kid with her pillow and was then on his case again with a dangerous look in her eyes as she charged towards him, he held up his pan shield and struck her with his pillow once again... and again and again and again, sending feathers a-flying. “Take that and that and that.” hehehe! He pulled back his pillow to strike again when he was hit from behind. CLANG! Wince. He turned to see Diggy's friend William sort of hovering a bit on a broom and he turned on his foe, dropping his frying pan to the ground and lunging at the boy with his rolling pin.

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Trixie smiled at the guy. "No it's perfectly fine. It's all fun right?" she sighed slightly. "Oh I was erm stupefied and knocked unconscious as I hit the wall" she said as she slowed down and then grinded to a halt completely smiling very weakly. "And I lost some of my memory" she sighed heavier.

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Diggy ran and charged his uncle. The boy covered his face with his hands but left his chest totally exposed. Diggy took his rolling pin and jabbed him in the stomach with it. "HA!" he cried his eyes wild with bloodlust.

He head someone yelling but wasn't paying attention he was raising his rolling pin to sweep Oliver's legs from under him so Diggy could sit on his chest. He turned toward the sound but it was too late. A pillow whacked him right int eh stomach and Diggy doubled over as the wind rushed from his chest "Oof," he said dropping his rolling pin and clutching at his stomach. He was still holding his broom stick with his battle standard still attached. He stood up and looked at the older Gryffindor. "Death to the Lions!" He shouted. used it like a pole vault and launched himself feet first at the boy aiming for his chest.

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Mina couldn't help but laugh as she saw Carter get tonged by Destiny. She was pretty sure, he probably deserved it in some way. Shrugging it off, she stayed low on her broom and moved back around. Patroclus was some where and she wanted to at least give him a shot at her. She did feel rather bad about attacking him without notice. Besides, they were Team PatrocoMina and she owed him at least one whack.

Fly back around, she raised her spatula and knocked on random pots covered heads. Oh this was way too much fun!

“My apologies once again my fair Lady”, Patroclus gave a bow to Trixie, he was after all a chivalrous knight.
He returned to the heat of the battle, and he could not help but notice, that it seemed to Patroclus, that quite a few had it in for Captain S. The poor lad, Patroclus thought. He made the decision to stay and help, but one of the attackers, directed there rage at Patroclus.

The vision before him unfolded in slow motion, as Slytherin came towards him feet first, crying Death to Lions. His reaction was more than impressive, as Patroclus leaned back matrix style while the slytherin past over him. He whirled around, and with drawed from his pockets, his secret weapons, FLOUR BOMBS!

“BOMBS AWAY!” Aiming just right he let the projectile flying hoping it would reach his mark, or al least give him time to escape, He still had Mina to deal with yet.

Well now that Gold was preoccupied, Kellen definetly wasn't. This would not do. Not one bit. But that, would have to be discussion for a later date. At the moment, he needed all the power of Merlin to keep the Non-Arthur from freeing Excalibur. So, when both Kellen's feet planted themselves on his shoulders, both of his own legs wrapped about the fryingpan near the base of the handle. "Only. Arthur. You are not him. Begone foul Orcish fiend!"

What followed was a series of very unfortunate events.

Unfortunate for Raiden's face, at least.

The spatula was easily blocked by his pillow as he swung it; it glanced off and landed somewhere to his right, harmless.

The cake pan though, that wasn't nearly as harmless. And it was unfortunate timing that Gold would grab the pan and yank on it, changing Raiden's stance just enough that the cake pan coming towards him hit him in the face.

...ow.

He immediately let go of the pan as she yanked harder on it, blinking at the sudden shock of pain between his eyes and at his nose.

Nosebleed. NOSEBLEED. Ewwwww.

"Ahhhh, Gold," he whined, one hand immediately clamping over it. A stream of unintelligible words, Japanese and Korean mixed, slipped from his lips as he stepped away from her and Kellen and Sabel.

Ow ow ow ow ow.

No, no, NO!

Gold glanced round, for it. IT. Ah yes, there it was. The bowl of frosting. Her idea was to make a quick run for it, but the trouble was, she was being attacked by pillows. Sure, the cake-pan shield was somewhat working, but she wasn't in the best of conditions, here.

But desperate times call for desperate measures. So Gold slowwwlyyy eyed the bow and then, all of a sudden, chucked the cake-pan away, making a run for the plastic bowl of frosting. She was shield-less now, but not for much longer, she hoped. Raising the bowl of frosting above her head, she threw it right at Kellen. The thing went flying through the air, began to turn over right above Kellen, and frosting began to splash everywhere.

RIGHT on top of Kellen. Unless the boy was going to be really, really quick, let go of his Excalibur!tussle with Sabel, and move away.

Now to worry about the fact that she was shield-less, and open to attack from all sides. Not good?


OOPS.

"Ugh, Rai, I am so sorry," Gold said, forgetting pretty much everything. She hadn't even noticed what her cakeyy-pan had done, when she had run away. Focusing back on Raiden, however, she realized what had happened and bit her lip. Forget the battle, she had hurt someone!

Even though she hadn't meant to. STILL. Her fault.

"I totally didn't mean to do that," she said, forgetting the fight for the moment, and stepping after him. "I can fix that for you, if you want me to?" Cue apologetic lookiee.

"You know Sabel, you're not playing nice," Kellen commented, applying more pressure to the boy's shoulders. "I never said I wanted to be an Orc, and you got to pick being a hero. That's not very sporting of y--"

Nosebleed?

Yup, his ally had a nosebleed. And it was because he was looking at Raiden's suddenly crimson face that he saw Gold go for a bowl of... was that frosting? Jeez, this girl was everywhere at once! And she was throwing the frosting at him. That's nice.

"Second thought, Dakest, you can have it." He let go of Excalibur and raised a foot to kick the bowl back at Gold. Do not want. You have. We re-gift.

"I didn't mean it like that." Sabel frowned a little, hoping that Kellen wasn't actually upset with him. "It's the first thing that came to mind...I do apologize if I offended...Raiden?!"

No sooner had he seen the other Prefect with a nosebleed than he was flat on his back with Exalibur against his chest and Kellen kicking...frosting?! back at Gold. Bbbllliiinnnkkk. What kind of battle had this turned into?

Gaaaaaaaaah. There were few things that could hurt worse than a cake pan to the face. Raiden decided that right then and there. It didn't matter that there were other things extremely more painful than this. Because they weren't happening right now.

"Noooooo don't," he mumbled, stepping back again when Gold approached and blinking rapidly. Those little dots that had appeared in his vision weren't fun. "Don't touch, I don't wanna get blood on you or anything."

Guh. Nosebleeds could be so messy.

Switching his right hand for his left, he flicked his wand loose from the holster. It took him a moment, but he managed to wordlessly conjure a handkerchief, and pressed it over his nose. It didn't feel like... broken or anything. It would stop bleeding soon enough.

"'m fine." It just... hurt. Quite a bit. That would be handled after it stopped being all bleedy, though.

Gold stepped aside, to avoid the bowl. It skidddedddd across the ground, and came to a halt in the distance. But she didn't actually care, at this point. She had other stuff, on her mind.

"Right. Guys, ceasefire until Raiden's okay," she said, completely certain that all of them would listen. If they didn't, she was going to thwack them with the cakey-pan. But they would. She knew. Or hoped.

She cast a nervous glance at Raiden's face.

EEP!

Gold frowned. "Raiden," she said softly. "I'm perfectly good with medicinal magic." Anyone who had been at the battle last year should know. The thing was her passion. Of course, she wasn't a qualified healer, but a nosebleed is nothing serious.

It was something extremely messy, though. AND something that was making her nervous, right now. She still didn't get how the cake-pan had hurt Raiden. Gold had only been using it to shield herself against his pillow attack, then how on earth?

"'Tis okay if you don't want me to help. But at least go to the hospital wing, then." Pretty please?