Hit on behalf of the Slytherins? Well that was just expected. He had been hit on behalf of nothing to begin with. But this was a war, so it had been expected.

The whisk however, was not. Gold made a valiant attempt to stop Stern's attack, but alas a whisk to an armpit was a deadly thing. And it nearly ended his fight right then and there. But then with Aragon's words of encouragement and the song of Iceflame as it swept through the air to block the Uruk-hai's sheild, he remembered. Like a light in the darkness he remembered his own Frying pan, Excalibur.

Later, he would tell himself it had been a mighty swing that had brought the pan up and lightly off the side of Kellen's strainer-covered head, but for now, he knew it was mainly a result of his flailing attempts to do something productive. At least he didn't hit Gold.

"I don't try to hurt anyone," he called back to Gold. This was supposed to be fun, after all. Hurting people wasn't fun! But thwacking them with a broom handle while knowing it wouldn't hurt them, that was fun.

HA! Raiden let out a small sound of triumph, totally ignoring the feeling (and sound) of Gold's spatulas bouncing off his back. As soon as his feet touched the ground again he gave a great tug on the tail of the broom, pulling it down toward the ground, and gave Arya a poke with his own broom.

"Care to fight?" he said with a grin, giving her a thwack with his pillow. "Or are you going to try and fly away again?"

His fingers twitched over the broom handle, ready to grab it and pull her back down if necessary.

Eep!

"Sabel, you alright?" Gold asked, but then she had stepped to the side, as Sabel flailed!attempted to do something, and she sort of slipped on the sandy!sandy floor, and Iceflame pretty much went flying out of her hand. Only, she was able to catch it, at once.

"Thou can not be treacherous to thy master at such a crucial moment in battle, O Iceflame!" She scolded the Frying Pan, as she eyed what Rai and Arya and ZEEEE brooms were up to. Fun, of course.

"But thwacking teeny tiinyy spatulas at you is much more fun," Gold said, as she fired four spatulas, one after the other, at Raiden. Ha! That should make his battle with Arya more difficult!

After all, everyone was an enemy, here.

Well, except for Sabel. HEE was Gandalf, and Gandalf and Aragorn were meant to be friends. BEST friends.

Or something of that sort.

Part-Aragorn?

Yeeea, she had totally missed that and laughed more because of it. The battle was getting crazy so much was being forgotten, like watch out for sneaky snake Prefects.

On her movie slow decent to the ground, she was suddenly knocked off of her broom by an unseen Frying Pan!Iceflame. Thankfully she was already a good distance from the gound (not that she was flying high anyway, the broom was old. Hmm. Maybe that was why the broom was so old. Smart woman that Lainey, crazy but Smart.) so all that really happened was she hit the ground and rolled over to her stomach. Giggling from all the pokes she was getting. Then she hopped back to her feet, a grin plastered to her face.

And she was being attacked by pillows again! Holding her own pillow defensively, she playfully glared at Raiden crouching down low. "We shall fight to the death!!!" Or, you know. Til the battle was over, yes that's much better. No deaths....or injuries. Grinning she POUNCHED at Raiden.

SPOILER!!: Gold and Arya

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Eep!

"Sabel, you alright?" Gold asked, but then she had stepped to the side, as Sabel flailed!attempted to do something, and she sort of slipped on the sandy!sandy floor, and Iceflame pretty much went flying out of her hand. Only, she was able to catch it, at once.

"Thou can not be treacherous to thy master at such a crucial moment in battle, O Iceflame!" She scolded the Frying Pan, as she eyed what Rai and Arya and ZEEEE brooms were up to. Fun, of course.

"But thwacking teeny tiinyy spatulas at you is much more fun," Gold said, as she fired four spatulas, one after the other, at Raiden. Ha! That should make his battle with Arya more difficult!

After all, everyone was an enemy, here.

Well, except for Sabel. HEE was Gandalf, and Gandalf and Aragorn were meant to be friends. BEST friends.

Or something of that sort.

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Part-Aragorn?

Yeeea, she had totally missed that and laughed more because of it. The battle was getting crazy so much was being forgotten, like watch out for sneaky snake Prefects.

On her movie slow decent to the ground, she was suddenly knocked off of her broom by an unseen Frying Pan!Iceflame. Thankfully she was already a good distance from the gound (not that she was flying high anyway, the broom was old. Hmm. Maybe that was why the broom was so old. Smart woman that Lainey, crazy but Smart.) so all that really happened was she hit the ground and rolled over to her stomach. Giggling from all the pokes she was getting. Then she hopped back to her feet, a grin plastered to her face.

And she was being attacked by pillows again! Holding her own pillow defensively, she playfully glared at Raiden crouching down low. "We shall fight to the death!!!" Or, you know. Til the battle was over, yes that's much better. No deaths....or injuries. Grinning she POUNCED at Raiden.

Ackkk. Raiden jumped aside after the first spatula hit him with a clang, another two hitting his arm and bouncing off harmlessly as leaned down and snatched up one from the ground. He flicked it back at Gold, then turned back to Arya just in time to see her pouncing at him.

Oh boy.

The little girl hit him right on and he tumbled backwards. Oooooof. He did manage to grab her arm though, and dragged her right down with him.

HAH.

And Merlin, it did not feel all that cool, having a cookie tray pressing into your back. Still, he did the only thing he could think of at such close range.

He started poking her, searching for a ticklish spot accessible through her armour.

"Oh no she didn't", exclaimed Theo but as he turned to see where the professor had flown everything went dark.

"What the hwvvvbbbbbbb hnmmmmbbbb" Theo realized that his cauldron had slipped down over his eyes and mouth and he couldn't see anything. Grabbing both sides with his hands he began pushing as hard as he could to get the huge metallic 'helmet' back over his ears. With a loud groan he finally managed to release his head from its trap.

"Now, where'd she go, she's gonna get a whooping.....or a 'beating', he added laughing, as he realized all he had was the oversized egg beater from the pudding bowl in the kitchens. He tried to look menacing as he grabbed the handle of the egg beater and began spinning it around while panning the "battle scene" looking for his target. But as he took a step foraward to begin chase he felt something like a full legged body bind grab his legs and topple him over again.

"hey, I thought we weren't supposed to use magic" he yelled at his yet undisclosed enemy. But sitting up, Theo's face turned beat red as he realised that the egg beater had caught the edge of his robes and he'd wound up several feet of the material causing him to trip himself. "I'm okay.....I'm okay," he announced to no one inparticular as he reversed the egg beater to free his robes and was finally able to stand up again.

"I think I'll just throw it at her," he said, looking at the utensil and ran off after sighting the Professor yelling "beat it......beat it......."

Keeley giggled, slightly nervously, and kinda just because this situation was funny. You didn't see a bunch of kids running around in cookie sheets beating each other with pillows every day, now did you? Teehee.

Luckily, she hadn't been noticed or whacked with a spoon yet. But Keeley hadn't exactly been whacking people herself, so that was something she should probably get on. But what if someone got hurt? She could neber eeeeber hurt somebody. Nope nope nope. Ooooonly in self defence, perhaps.

Keeley flicked back her long, shockingly pink hair and clutched her tolling pin, hoping that an old person wouldn't come n' hurt her.

Continuing in the theme from the classroom, Oliver spotted his Star Wars pillow immediately and went to attempt to sit on it but it proved impossible with all the metal he had stuck to his legs. Maan.. he picked up his pillow with a struggle and a grunt and looked around, spying a rock which he set it on and sat down on top of it.

He gazed out at the lake but something caught his attention – the infectious laughter of two of his peers.. or friends. Sarah and Miranda were having a right struggle there and the Slytherin couldn't help letting out a warm laugh as he watched the two girls. Sarah rolling about and Miranda trying to help her to her feet. He was tempted to go and help but it was far too entertaining to just leave them to it. Hehe! Oh and they were looking his way. He winked at the Huffies to let them know that, yeah, he'd seen and, yeah, there would be mucho mick taking later on. Mwhahaha!

Lainey was speaking and his attention was drawn away from the girls and towards the cool professor. He looked around at the beautiful surroundings of the lake and castle. Maan.. this place had such a history. They took things for granted these days living in a relatively safe environment (except when some bardude took over your mind and made you attack your friends that was). He sighed melancholaly. He thought about the battles he knew of, deciding that the Jedi and Sith probably wasn't the best one to go with so instead contemplated the Battle of Hogwarts. Yep.. he would have been fighting for the Potter dude.

So.. no fighting against the Slytherins only? Lainey was a crafty one; had she been a Snake? Meh... nevermind that...

THEY WERE GOING INTO BATTLE! WOOOOOOO!!!

He was on his feet faster than he thought was possible given all the cookware he had attached to his gangly body. He grabbed a broom and “ROOOOOOOOOOOAAAAR!” Came his war cry and a clank as he hit his baking tray covered chest with his rolling pin. He hopped on-board the broom only to fall off the other side onto the ground with another resounding CLANK! “Ow.” Great start. He let out a snicker as he lay there on the ground expecting to be beaten with frying pans at any second. heh.

Simon was still charging round the field waiting for someone too hit, he hadn't been hit yet and so he was lucky. "Na,Na,Na,Na,Na you can't catch me, or hit me." Simon stuck his tounge out at whoever was closest to him, he then ran off again. Waiting to see who he should hit first.

Trixie looked around. It was madness!! Complete madness!! And she had no idea what the battle of Hogwarts was so she just kinda had to go along with it. But as she turned she was hit right in the leg by Aiden. "I appreciate you not hurting me too much but......" she trailed off as she looked over at Nancy with an evil smirk. "Shall we?" she asked glancing over at Aiden indicating that they should go after him. "Get back here!" she declared as she picked up her pillow and whacked him with it. *insert evil laugh from Trixie* And seeing as her house was the opposition here, she must fight on behalf of the limited amount. Get them!!! Maybe this was quite fun.

The thrill of this battle, something she had never done before, or at least she couldn't recall doing it if she did so it would be just the same, made her look around with an evil smirk. Then she saw him. Oh yes. The Slytherin Captain. "Chaaaaaaaarge!!!" She ran over to him and smacked him with her pillow. She was going for softer weapons. And she hoped he would because she didn't want to loose all of her memory as she only had a little left. Now Slytherin were fighting Slytherin but this was just FUUUUUNNN!!!

Lainey sounded the war cry and Diggy jumped up and zeroed in on an enemy. Selena. She wasn't paying attention, she was busy trying to beat up another girl. That was perfect. Diggy picked up an unattended pillow and threw it at her face. "HA!" that would show her to talk about his sword.

This was so much fun!!! He looked around for another target and his eyes fell on Gold, the name he just learned a few hours ago. He didn't know her but that red hair of hers was a great target. He still had that tin of green frosting. He scooped out a handful of the sticky icing and using his wand he formed three balls. Like a conductor he sent them flying straight at head and face. HEHE. That would make a nice addition to her hair.

Now he needed another target. Oliver was looking prime for the picking. Diggy heaved up his sword and charged his uncle. Screaming a terrible war cry. "AAAAARRRRRRRGGGGGGG!!!!!!!!!!!" he screamed swinging his sword over his head.

Waaaaaaah! Oliver's eyes widened when he saw a familiar Slytherin girl running.. no, charging towards him. He covered his now colander free head with his hands (cos it had rolled away when he fell off the broom) and braced himself. He was glad that when the blow came it was made with just her pillow. He laughed and thwacked her legs with his own then rolled over onto his back and attempted to stand up but the metal stuck to him made it quite difficult and he fell back down again. He blinked up at the girl - Trixie? -she'd been at tryouts- and grinned. “Um... think you could help me up?” He asked giving her his bested little boy lost eyes. Hehe! Oh he was such a Slytherin.

Still on the ground and looking at the Trixie girl, Oliver heard him before he saw him: Digzy. Oh noes.. he could imagine that the boy would want to cause him pain considering the way Oliver teased him all the time. Now this was karma for you. "Waaaaaah! NooOOOoooo" He yelled and once again covered his face, only this time with his frying pan shield, as the boy got closer. This armour was going to be stripped down to the bear essentials when he managed to get up off the ground. He hadn't really thought this through when he went crazy in the kitchens before.

Pity that the pillow was deflected. Ah well, at least his almighty whisk got through. Knowing a critical weak spot really did help things, didn't it?

The spoons were hitting him again courtesy of turncoat Arya, but that was really nothing compared to the frying pan to the side of the head. The hit sent metallic echoes through his strainer helmet, and Kellen suddenly had an appreciation of why knights looked so dazed after fights and jousts.

He shook his head a little, blinking in feigned dizziness.

Trixie laughed at the captains reaction. She almost toppled over when he hit her with his own pillow. Trixie, who had only been forced to wear very limited amounts of Armour by Nancy and Aiden. could move totally freely. She gave him an evil smirk as she looked down at him. "It depends..." she smiled and placed one hand on her hip. "What you going to do for me?" she asked her head tilted slightly to the side. She giggled even harder when another student attacked him. Well he was an easy target then.

Patroclus saw the Slytherin captian on the ground, being ambush from two directions, he had to act. Colours meant squat, after this was a battle for humanity.
Running at the attack, he gave his warcry "Ayiyiyiyiyiiy!" and with his free had, freezbed his pillow straigth into their belly. In a giant leap he leapt over the captain, and with his whisk and ladle, protected the Seventh Year'er.

"Get up", Patroclus cried, 'i can only hold them off for so long." He never took his eyes off the two assailants.

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AAAACHOOO!

AAACHOOOO!

Gold sneezed, sneezed again, and then raised her pillow. Raiiised it. "Battle of the Morannon," she said, solemnly. "Thy long-lost warrior has returned. Ahoy, Iceflame -- thingy." With which, she ran at Pepper!Ivory with the Frying Pan of DOOM! anddddd ---

Wham!wham.

She thwacked the Frying Pan, on Ivory's headgear.

Not too hard, though. Gold just couldn't bring herself to be ruthless, even in a duel or [given the present circumstances] battle. She wished she was more like Cela, in that respect.

AND.

Then Gold ran about, duplicating her pillow so that she had TWO, and throwing one at Professor Lainey. The other, she swatted Raiden with, whom she happened to pass, on her way to Professor Lainey. "The battle begins!" She declared. "The warrior shall be vicTORRRRIOUUUSS!"

RAWR. Just RAWR.

Ivory was winning. She so totally was. The pepper was working. Nostrils were flaring, sneezes were being heard all around and she the victor was holding her breath triumphantly...that is until she got whacked on the noggin. The strainer rattled around on her head and she giggled as she tried to right it and go after Gold at the same time.

Sadly giggling also meant she took a big breath of pepper filled air.

"Nuuuu---choo!...ACHOO! My weapon...achooo!...has been used...ACHOO...against meeeeeee!-cho!"


And so began a fit of sneezing and giggling that lasted quite a while during which she swatted at random enemies as she tried to follow Gold, Arya, Sabel, Kellen and Raiden.

SPOILER!!: Many war quoties

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AAAACHOOO!

AAACHOOOO!

Gold sneezed, sneezed again, and then raised her pillow. Raiiised it. "Battle of the Morannon," she said, solemnly. "Thy long-lost warrior has returned. Ahoy, Iceflame -- thingy." With which, she ran at Pepper!Ivory with the Frying Pan of DOOM! anddddd ---
Wham!wham.

She thwacked the Frying Pan, on Ivory's headgear.

Not too hard, though. Gold just couldn't bring herself to be ruthless, even in a duel or [given the present circumstances] battle. She wished she was more like Cela, in that respect.

AND.

Then Gold ran about, duplicating her pillow so that she had TWO, and throwing one at Professor Lainey. The other, she swatted Raiden with, whom she happened to pass, on her way to Professor Lainey. "The battle begins!" She declared. "The warrior shall be vicTORRRRIOUUUSS!"

RAWR. Just RAWR.

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Oh, full name. If this had been any other situation, then she might have stoped. Cause the full name always meant you were in trouble. But now all it did was make her laugh as she continued to swat at people she knew. "Gonna have to catch me Pre-fect Kururugi!"

See? She could make it sound all formal like TOO.

Reaching down as she flew around others, she picked up another spare pillow and tossed it behind her, chucking it at Raiden before sticking her tounge out at him. "Catch me if ya can!" Which you can't. Cause we badgers are FAST.

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He didn't even have time to process. As soon as the battle had begun, he had ended up sprawled on the ground with one of Lainey's hits. And then again when he got hit by Kellen. And then again with Arya. And then Raiden. Le sigh. If this was a real battle, he would have been like the Black Night from Monty Python, left with only a stub of torso...well...if it had been Monty Python real life. Because that was oh so important. But nonetheless, in the famous words of the Black Night, it was just a flesh wound.

Rolling to his feet, he whipped the pillow out at Stern before following it with a few quick throws of the ball tea strainers after Arya and Raiden. "It's Sauron. S-a-u-r-o-n." Each letter accompanied by one of the little balls; maybe Stern would remember this time.

"And I dare say, he was not at Helms deep! Though his terrifying minions the Uruk-hai were!" With that he yanked out the spoon (Nazby) and faced off Kellen in the best imitation of a dueling stance that he could preform. "Foul beast, I shall remove your body from this earth and rent a path of freedom for my people." Or something like that. GRIN.

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Wow, it was kind of Gang Up On Sabel Day, wasn't it? Maybe it was because the Gryffindor boy was so fun to hit. Yes, let's go with--

Oof! Thanks, Raiden. He took steps to go after the Prefect, but Sabel was up and acting weird again, "Yeah, whatever. D-o-n-t-c-a-r-e."

He held up his pillow to block the tea strainers, then in a moment of pure immaturity stuck his tongue out at Sabel. This was followed by a grin matching his opponent's, and he drew forth his own terrifying weapon; a whisk. "It's hard to rent what isn't for lease, foe! Have at thee!" He leapt at Sabel with a jab of the whisk, but it was a feign, and he dodged left before jabbing at the Gryffindor for real.

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"Ah ha!" Sabel jumped to the side and did a small flourish of his spoon, which was really more a flailing as a result of tripping over his own feet to avoid Kellen's jab. "I see thee wit is as sharp as thine sword! Perhaps we shall find thee mortality equally as sharp and short ended as thine claim to this land!"

He darted forward, ducking at the last moment to jab upwards at his opponent, a silly grin on his face the whole time. He hadn't had this much fun since they went camping over the summer. This, is how professors should teach.

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AAAAAHHHHHH!!

It was the attack of the tea strainers!! Defend yourself! That's just what Arya had done. Holding up her pillow, she tried to fend off as many tea strainers as possible with her pillow while flying a few feet off the ground.

It did not go well. She was soooo preoccupied with defending herself, that she didn't see the smal Slytherin girl until it was to late. Crashing into the girl she quickly rolled over, grinning and completly unphased by the crash. "We don't apologize in battles enemy!" And with that she swatted the girl a few times as she grabed her broom and hoped back on. Pushing off the ground, she laughed before flying continuing her battle flight.

She had looked back up at Sabel, only to see him being attacked by Kellen. Well....he was the ememy as well so he was getting ATTACKED!! Holding her pillow under her arm that held the broom, she reached into her pocket and pulled out a handle full of spoons. Tossing them at the two fifth years. "Defend yourselves!!!"

Widening the circle she was flying in, the puff spotted her crazy!awesome professor flying around. YOU are our next victim. Pulling out more spoons, she threw them at Lainey. Take that for swatting at us!! Muahahaha!!

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"You... are so full of beans," Kellen couldn't help laughing at Sabel's banter. Instead of tripping backwards to avoid Sabel's jab, he shoved himself torso-first into the spoon and Sabel's side, "Skadoosh! Yeah, I saw that movie!" With little sisters, it was hard not to.

...and then there were suddenly spoons. From somewhere. Kellen felt one ping off his applesauce-strainer helmet, and turned to see where they were coming from. Ah ha! "Prepare yourself, small one!"

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Holy Cuckoo-bird legs!

Everyone was ganging up on Sabel!

"This is not acceptable, O enemies in battle!" Gold cried, flashing Dragnipur the Cake-pan over her head. "Thou shalt be swatted, and swatted, and swatted! If I don't get swatted before that, that is." With which, Gold made a beeline for Kellen, and did exactly that - swatted him!

With ze Cake-pan.

Oh, but she was in danger, here! Well, everyone was but, you know, she couldn't possibly ignore Arya. What if the girl SWATTEDDD her, next? Which was exactly why Gold threw a pillow at the Hufflepuff, for good measure. "Take that, you Arya Lovegoods!Person, youuu!"

RAWRR.

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Oh well that just wasn't fair. "Beans? Beans?" He laughed at Kellen's comeback of Po the Panda, reaching forward to knock on the strainer on the boy's head with his knuckles. "At least I know there's something in there." It didn't bother him one bit that Stern had avoided his attack with much grace for now there were...Flying Spoons!

"TAKE COVER!" Of course, cover being behind Kellen. Yes, using another in battle as a sheild was acceptable if the other was one's enemy. Yes indeed. "Ladels of mercy, I've never seen anything like it!"

And ladels of mercy did come. In the form of Gold. Grinning like a puppy too happy to see abosluetly everyone, Sabel jumped out from behind Kellen and went back to back with the Gryffindor Prefect. "The enemy of my enemy is my friend." He jabbed his spoon back at Stern and Arya. "On Guard again!"

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YAY! Sabel!

"Thou art correct, Brave Warrior!" Gold said. This was totally ze Battle of the Morannon, for her. AND Kellen and Arya were scary!evil ORCS. Okay, they weren't. Gold wouldn't have been imagine them as scary or evil, let alone orcs, even if her life had depended upon that, how could she, right now? Still, it was fun to pretend that she could imagine that.

-- and she was so not making any sense, anymore.

BUT! Since this lesson was meant to be crazy and fun and full of fluffy pillows and fish-slices, that didn't matter!

"En garde!"

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"Oy!" Cake pan?! What was this teaming up nonsense?! And using him for a shield?! Retaliation was in order!

"On guard yourself, you blaggard!" Kellen put his whisk between his teeth and swung his pillow at both Sabel and Gold's heads, "Two birds with one stone!" Or... two Gryffindors with one pillow. Trifling details!

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Arya saw the young snake girl throwing spoons at her and used her pillow to swat them back in the girl's direction like she was playing tennis.

Then her attention was turned back to her now three friends as they all continued to dodge the spoons that were being thrown her way. It wasn't too easy since her broom decided that it didn't want to cooperate, come on broom we have a battle to win!

When it finally decided to work with her, she flew just a tad higher so that she could soar over her frienimies. Hovering over the three for just a moment, she droped a few teeny tiny spoons and forks, she didn't know what a person would need small silverware until now. For battle.

"Take that Pre-fect!!!" She flew past them and chucked some random pillows there way. Arya FTW!!!

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Nuuuu! Gold raised Dragnipur the cakeyy-pan to shield the "attack," did it a little too enthusiastically, and the cakeyyy-pan went FLYIIINGGG through the air, and might have landed on someone's head - helmet - if it had not landed in the lake, first. OOPS.

"Thou shalt not be allowed to defeat the Right Side, Evil!person!" She quickly dug into her pocket for her supply of plastic spatulas, and began throwing them at Kellen. "Take that, Orc!Master!"

Except, she could totally not imagine Kellen as an orc. Not one bit. Which made Gold frown, slightly.


What?

"Pick on someone your own size!" Gold called out, laughingly. Because, you know, Arya was in the air. Which made her taller than Gold. In a totally crazy and nonsensical way. She dodged a fork - OOH, SHINY! No, must dodge, must dodge - but was not able to dodge a spoon. It fell, right on top of her cooking-pot!helmet, and clattered to the ground.

"The sound hurtsss usss," Gold said, totally failing at Gollum!style, before chucking spatulas up at Arya.

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Pleased that he had a temporary ally that would probably end up stabbing him in the back as soon as it stopped raining silverware and downfeathers, Sabel joined in his enemy's-enemy battlecry. "For Helms Deep you brazen Uruk-hai!"

He swung his spoon up to try and counter-attack Stern's descending pillow at about the same time Gold raised her pan. Needless to say, both were a little less armoured and weaponrized by the end of it. Hurrrrrrr....spork! A stupid grin ran across his face as he pulled out the half-spoon-half-fork peice of silverware, feeling a little too much like Peter Pan facing off Captain Hook.

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"Yes! Aerial assistance!" Kellen didn't even bother wasting time thinking how Arya had thrown cutlery at him moments earlier. What was that line about allegiances made and broken on the battlefield? This was certainly putting truth to it!

"You want brazen, strange quoter of texts?! I'll give you brazen!" Kellen quite liked the sound of Orc Master, actually. Had a nice ring to it. His pillow retreated to the shield position, and he brandished his whisk once more, "Ha ha! I-- nargh!"

He wiggled his nose in an attempt to make it recover from the spatula that had smacked it there. That done, he used his pillow to prevent further projectiles from finding their mark, "Now! Nonsensical Battle Cryyyyy!"

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WHAT was happening, here? Well, at least Sabel had her back. For now. Hopefully, he wasn't going to run at her with the spork!spork, the moment the danger lessened, a bit.

Though, would it ever? This was the Battle of the Black Gate, and the risks were far too many, to lessen until the very end! Which, of course, the Orcs were going to lose -- they were, weren't they?

EEP!

"Show us not thy whisk, Uruk-Hai of Isengrad!" She said, solemnly brandishing a fluffy!pillow at Kellen, as she spoke. "We shalt reduce the White Hand to naught, and be victorious!"

Which said, she threw another spatula at him. Because, you know, this one might hit its mark, too.

Hehe.

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Arya was giggling waaaaaaay too much to even respond to any of their comments. Even if she wasn't laughing, she couldn't respond without risking being hit with all the cookware thrown at her.

She dodged what she could and used her pillow to hit a few of the items back, but more often than not she was hit with a stray spatuala or whatever else had been thrown at her.

Pulling out those wooden spoons she never did know the name of, she chucked them at her freinds. A huge grin plastered on her face. In her mind, she was soooo winning.

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Oof.

Raiden was gaining on Arya when Gold came out of nowhere and thwacked him. He stepped to the side, unbalanced for a moment, then kept going, sparing her a grin and a gentle thwack with the broom handle. Right before whatever Sabel had just thrown hit him in the back of the knee.

Stuuuuumble.

"Hit him for me Kellen," he called back to the Ravenclaw, shaking his leg before hurrying off after Arya again. He hadn't even paused to watch as Gold jumped into the fray with Sabel and Kellen.

Sprinting practically, and dodging blows along the way, Raiden tried to catch that little Puff on her broom, but it ended with him somehow near Sabel and them again. And Arya was above them, dropping tableware.

So he jumped, and made a grab for the tail of the broom.

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"Merlin's tangled beard! More projectiles!" Or you know, objects falling at a velocity controlled by gravity plus Arya's rather good arm. Yanking his pillow up over both his head and Gold's, he waggled the spork at Kellen. "Come not closer foul stench of the White Wizard! We shall unhand that hand which has been set upon you! Helm's Deep is ours no matter what your Nazgul fiends may throw down upon us!"

His eyes flicked briefly to his not-so-stably-allied-compainion. "I believe, my dear Aragon, we may need to call upon the Elves of Mirkwood soon. There are thousands of them!" Yes, because Kellen and Arya and their projectiles counted for more than two.

Wait! No! No leaving Gold! Ahhhhhhhhh. At least Gollum did not have the ring. Not yet.

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Originally Posted by Ashwinder

"My whisk is win!" Kellen informed Gold, but then she was off chasing Arya. And Raiden was chasing Arya. And Raiden had told him to... "Yes sir, prefect sir! Sabel, prepare to be hit on behalf of the Slytherin household!"

Spork vs. pillow? Victory to the forces of pillow! Kellen swung it in a backhanded horizontal arch, following up with his whisk for good measure. It was his plan, Sabel's reflexes and armour-weaknesses pending, to stick the whisk in the boy's armpit and twist it. Know you foe, and the Dakest boy was ticklish!

"And I don't smell," he added as an afterthought.

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Originally Posted by SenoritaMaxie

SPOILER!!: AmehNATOR and Alayyyna <33

"Rai, you're not going to hurt a fly, if you fight like that!" Gold laughed, as Raiden genttttlyyyy thwacked her with his broom-handle. Even the sound didn't hurt Gollum!Gold's ears, this time.

Hehe.

Eyes widening slightly when Raiden jumped, she found it hard not to laugh. Her stock of spatulas was fast depleting but, well, she still had a good quantity, so she was going to use them. Gold chuckled a spatula at Raiden, then another, and then another. Bwaha!

She was glad, of course, when Sabel protected her with the pillow. "Thanks," she managed, before grinning. So she was Aragorn, now? Perfect! Because, you know, Aragorn was hot and scary!cool and TOUGH. Very. "Do not worry, Gandalf, for victory shall be ours." Yeah, right. If one more spoon hit her, she was seriously going to EAT it.

Well, okay, not. Still, flying spoons = not nice.

ESPECIALLY when someone is intentionally throwing them at you.


"Of course it is, Kellen -- and I really am half-Aragorn, half-Gollum," Gold said cheerfully. She stuck her tongue out at him, then, unable to help the moment of total immaturity.

BUT WAIT!

"Away from Gandalf, you!" Gold said, blocking Kellen's pillow with Iceflame, the Frying Pan. She did not, however, see what he was up to with the whisk. Or saw ze whiskyyy a moment too late.

Smell? Had someone said Kellen smelled?

Blinnkkk.

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Originally Posted by grangerfan8

Arya laughed at Gold's impression of Gollum, wasn't the best, but definantly laughable. Holding the broom with one had and her pillow in the other she hovered in one spot for a moment as the objects were thrown at her from all directions. She sent a few back to the snake girl, while a few continued to bounce off her armor.

"You'll never catch me Gollum!!" And she sent more wooden spoons Gold's way while something hit her head. Making it all load in the helment. Gold was right, sound does hurt.

She had sent more spoons Sabel and Kellen's way, she flet herself being draged dooown! Oh noes! What was this maddness!? Turning, she caught a glimps of Raiden holding on the tail of her broom and grinned. Gripping her broom she tried fruitlessly to fly away, but the old broom couldn't take her and Raiden's weight, so down she went. "NOOOOooooes!!!"

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Originally Posted by Tazenhani

Hit on behalf of the Slytherins? Well that was just expected. He had been hit on behalf of nothing to begin with. But this was a war, so it had been expected.

The whisk however, was not. Gold made a valiant attempt to stop Stern's attack, but alas a whisk to an armpit was a deadly thing. And it nearly ended his fight right then and there. But then with Aragon's words of encouragement and the song of Iceflame as it swept through the air to block the Uruk-hai's sheild, he remembered. Like a light in the darkness he remembered his own Frying pan, Excalibur.

Later, he would tell himself it had been a mighty swing that had brought the pan up and lightly off the side of Kellen's strainer-covered head, but for now, he knew it was mainly a result of his flailing attempts to do something productive. At least he didn't hit Gold.

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Originally Posted by Ameh

"I don't try to hurt anyone," he called back to Gold. This was supposed to be fun, after all. Hurting people wasn't fun! But thwacking them with a broom handle while knowing it wouldn't hurt them, that was fun.

HA! Raiden let out a small sound of triumph, totally ignoring the feeling (and sound) of Gold's spatulas bouncing off his back. As soon as his feet touched the ground again he gave a great tug on the tail of the broom, pulling it down toward the ground, and gave Arya a poke with his own broom.

"Care to fight?" he said with a grin, giving her a thwack with his pillow. "Or are you going to try and fly away again?"

His fingers twitched over the broom handle, ready to grab it and pull her back down if necessary.

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Originally Posted by SenoritaMaxie

SPOILER!!: Sabel and Rai <33

Eep!

"Sabel, you alright?" Gold asked, but then she had stepped to the side, as Sabel flailed!attempted to do something, and she sort of slipped on the sandy!sandy floor, and Iceflame pretty much went flying out of her hand. Only, she was able to catch it, at once.

"Thou can not be treacherous to thy master at such a crucial moment in battle, O Iceflame!" She scolded the Frying Pan, as she eyed what Rai and Arya and ZEEEE brooms were up to. Fun, of course.

"But thwacking teeny tiinyy spatulas at you is much more fun," Gold said, as she fired four spatulas, one after the other, at Raiden. Ha! That should make his battle with Arya more difficult!

After all, everyone was an enemy, here.

Well, except for Sabel. HEE was Gandalf, and Gandalf and Aragorn were meant to be friends. BEST friends.

Or something of that sort.

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Originally Posted by grangerfan8

Part-Aragorn?

Yeeea, she had totally missed that and laughed more because of it. The battle was getting crazy so much was being forgotten, like watch out for sneaky snake Prefects.

On her movie slow decent to the ground, she was suddenly knocked off of her broom by an unseen Frying Pan!Iceflame. Thankfully she was already a good distance from the gound (not that she was flying high anyway, the broom was old. Hmm. Maybe that was why the broom was so old. Smart woman that Lainey, crazy but Smart.) so all that really happened was she hit the ground and rolled over to her stomach. Giggling from all the pokes she was getting. Then she hopped back to her feet, a grin plastered to her face.

And she was being attacked by pillows again! Holding her own pillow defensively, she playfully glared at Raiden crouching down low. "We shall fight to the death!!!" Or, you know. Til the battle was over, yes that's much better. No deaths....or injuries. Grinning she POUNCHED at Raiden.

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Originally Posted by Ameh

SPOILER!!: Gold and Arya

Ackkk. Raiden jumped aside after the first spatula hit him with a clang, another two hitting his arm and bouncing off harmlessly as leaned down and snatched up one from the ground. He flicked it back at Gold, then turned back to Arya just in time to see her pouncing at him.

Oh boy.

The little girl hit him right on and he tumbled backwards. Oooooof. He did manage to grab her arm though, and dragged her right down with him.

HAH.

And Merlin, it did not feel all that cool, having a cookie tray pressing into your back. Still, he did the only thing he could think of at such close range.

He started poking her, searching for a ticklish spot accessible through her armour.

"Achoo!"

Finally, she reached the little group and found that her best friend was being...tickled?

With a devious glint in her eye, she dug into her pocketsholsters and withdrew...(insert ominous music here). ...the basting brushes!right before she jumped into the fray, not worrying that her constant clanging gave away her position. Something that she would remember later on and chastise herself for.

"You would die of laughter before your stroke fell!" No real dying no no. Just maybe laughing so hard your sides hurt.

And with that she dived at Sabel and wiggled one of the basting brushes under the his nose as she reached and tickled the part of Gold's exposed neck that she could reach.

"Arya my fallen comrade we are allies until we are the last two left..." At which point they'd have at each other...with pillows!!!

And before Carter could help Marie up she went flying. He got up helped her get steady. He had to think of a battle and then pretend he was in it. Well... the most significant battle to him was the one last year. And who were they fighting last year?

DESTINY.

(And plus now was a pretty good chance to get her back for ruining his date.)

With a smirk at Marie he yelled "Charge!" before running after Destiny, who was only 6 feet away) He then gave her a nice whack with his pillow.

Who knew history could be so fun?

Oliver let out a loud warm laugh when Trixie laughed at him. He must look pretty ridiculous lying here like an idiot. But ooh.. he almost got her there and with just a pillow – that was his Beater's swing for you. Mwhahaha!

“Like what, exactly?” He had started to ask with a raised eyebrow when Digz swooped in for the kill. Oh man. Oliver began to laugh again, unable to help himself. This was the most awesome lesson ever.. even if he was spending it lying on the grass. hehehe!

He was attempting to struggle to his feet, feeling a little like an overturned turtle when another kid started charging towards them. A Gryffie... and he was protecting him?

Grateful, and with the determination of the Slytherin he was, Oliver managed to push himself to his feet, frying pan held in front of him to protect himself from the onslaught of Trixie and Dillon. “Thanks, dude.” He said with a grin to the younger Gryffindor.

He decided to target Dillon here cos well... Trixie was a girl, and the Gryffie and just saved his butt. “Does being family mean nuthin' to you?” He teased Diggy deadpan and swung his pillow towards the little Slytherin.

Trixie was just about to answer "Well I don't know. How'd you think??....." when a younger Gryffindor came to protect him. Noooooo!! The enemy could not get away with this. She managed to avoid getting hit by the kid and kept her eyes on Oliver. "you are not getting away with this" she said, an evil grin plastered on her face as she lunged forward and hit the younger Gryffindor on the legs with a pillow and then charged after Oliver, her eyes burning widely, well not really but she was having the time of her life right here.

As she pounched on Raiden, she could see the spatulas that Gold was throwing at the Prefect. A few hit her but bounced of her armor and pillow. She wasn't sure it that meant the Griffindor was on her side or not, but she wasn't gonna take any chances.

Nope. Every LoTR character for themself.

She still had yet to decide which one she was.

Sweet sucess! She had knocked Raiden down, but now he was taking her with him. As the clattered to the ground she held to her helment and pillow.

Arya imediatly started to swat at Raiden with her pillow, but stoped for a moment when she heard her name. Or her previous name. "I'm not Arya. I am Frodo Baggins! Let us defend ourselves Samw--Eek!"

Before she could even finish her sentence a stream a giggle poured out of her as Raiden began to poke her in the ribs. Darn muffin pan armor. She made note to get better armor next batte. Squirming and giggling, she used her pillow to swat his hands away and attack him simotaniously.

“That’s O ka-” the words had barely left Patroclus’ mouth before one of Captain S’s attacker, rewarded his protection with hostility. Patroclus’ legs weaken under the power of the blow and now it was he who was on the grass.
However with cat like reflexes Patroclus shot his leg out into the path of his assailant, hoping to ground them in pay back!

He sprung up like a ninja, and gave a nod to the Captain, “and Good Luck to you Sir” he spoke, with a voice mimicking the thick accent of a certain James Bond actor.

Trixie narrowed her eyes slightly as the guy tried to trip her up. "Don't hurt me too much. I've just got out the hospital wing" she informed him but smiled. Obviously Oliver must of known something about it because he had only hit her lightly. She didn't want any more damage to her precious brain. Blimey! Any more memory loss and she wouldn't even know who she is. Skipping and jumping gracefully over the attackers legs she laughed. "Ha!" these guys were never gonna catch her. Run away!!! She watched as he stood up and raised her eyebrow almost daringly, pillow poised in front of her, ready to pounce like a puma. RAWR!

Alex thought about it, "I guess I would use my hands and legs to fight." Alex told her thoughtfully, she never fought without it being verbal as well. She would need to learn how, Alex thought.

Hearing her mention, that she had only just been released from the hosptial ing, Patroclus backed off.
"Oh, I am sorry" he smiled sheepishly, "I did mean to hurt you! But if you don't mind me asking, what happened?" He couldn't help himself, Patroclus was such a little gossip and he loved battle scar stories.
He looked at the girl expectedly and then realised they were still in the battle!
So just for good measure he cried his war cry again
"Ayiyiyiyiyi"

CLanK.

Miranda wiggled her nose again. Itchyyyy icing! Blerf.She was like, ready to start this battling thing.

Oooooh...
Ah, yes. The Professor was right, you didn't even stop and think of the young students that went here. Some even died at this school, due to weird circumstances, and alos because of the battles. Time to give thanks to what you have, right? Well, if it was the Battle of Hogwarts, she would've been fighting for the School.

Oh oh oh!
Rules! Yes, rules were good because some people just...were CRAZY here. Miranda nodded at the Professor, promising not to hurt anyone on purpose. And they could use...broooms? ZOMG, that was like, totally awesome! Nod, CLANK!, nod.

And quite suddenly, they were starting!
"Eeeeeeep!" Miranda hopped-twirled on the spot, watching everyone going insane...and Oliver falling off his broom. "PfffffHAHAHA!"

...

Gape. Her eyes went wiiiiiide...there was...a PROFESSOR CHARGING AT HER! "Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!" Not knowing what else to do, Miranda grabbed the Gilderoy Lockhart pillow (she still didn't know who's it was) and covered her face with it, for lack of anything else to do. Gilderoy screamed and protested, saying something about his hair and beautiful teeth ("I demand to be taken somewhere safe! I am NOT dressed for the occasion!"). Yeah, as if she had time to think about THAT right now. Pffft.

Where was SARAH!? "Saraaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah! MAY THE FORCE BE WITH YOOOOOOOOOOOOU!" Eeeeeeeeeeeep!
Miranda did a roll on the ground....a very POOR roll on the ground, seeing as she had all that crap on her. She managed to roll on her side though, which was better than anything. "Yarrr!"

Er, yeah.

She was being thwacked by a BROOOOOM! Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep! Oh, that had GOT to hurt!
Doing what she thought was best, Miranda swung Lockhart!Pillow around, hoping to get the beating Lainey, and make her stop using the precious flying sticks as a weapon. Guh! She needed to get her hands on one! ("I demand JUSTICE! Where is Susan, she would NEVER do this to meeee! MY HAAAAAAAAAAIR!")

Swing,SWOOSH! SwiIIINg! CLANK!
"For Hogwaaaaaaaaaarts!"

Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeek!