Post by Janika Baumgartner on Jul 18, 2017 16:49:18 GMT -5
Fat drops of rain crashed loudly into the cobblestone. Lightning cracked loudly in the sky, darkened just moments ago by thick black clouds. What had started as a promising summer day had quickly descended into a storm of biblical proportions. The sound of raindrops on stone droned out the sound of pounding footsteps as two figures dashed through the nearly empty streets of Diagon Alley. The shadows engulfing the alley suddenly parted as a burst of red streaked from the leading figure back at its pursuer. The pursuer whipped their arm up and a bright white dome flashed into brief existance, the red streak splashing harmlessly against it.
"Reducto!" The pursuer shouted, whipping their wand forward. A streak of nearly invisible energy leapted from their wand, detonating at their targets feet and throwing chunks of stone into the air.
Janika came to a sudden stop as the wizard she was chasing tripped over some of the debris and went tumbling. She levelled her wand at him and slowly advanced, ignoring the rain drenching her hair and clothing despite the sparks jumping across her exposed cursed scar. She had just made the decision to brush her target's mind with passive Legilimancy when she caught a glimpse of his plan. She jumped to the right and conjured a slab of granite in the same motion, just as the man on the ground turned over and shouted, "Avada Kedavra!"
The sickly green curse impacted her conjured shield, vaporizing where it hit and shooting shards of granite in all directions. Janika could feel some of it cut her hands and face. By the time she recovered, he was standing, another curse already on his lips.
They fell into a rhythm, a familiar set of motions that experienced duelists referred to as The Great Dance, when the combatants thoughts become so singular and focused that spells become non-verbal and a noticeable energy begins to permeate the air. After what seemed like an eternity, she spotted an opening. A moment's hesitation, a minor slip of the foot, and she knew she had him. She turned on the spot, the familiar feeling of Apparition taking over as she visualized the dark alcove of the storefront behind her enemy. The feeling of being sucked down a straw overcame her, and was just as quickly gone. She raised her wand, pointing to where he had been.
"Bombarda!"
She was blinded by brightness, light brighter than the spell should have produced. She knelt and covered her eyes protectively even as she heard the spell connect solidly with stone.
She cautiously opened her eyes, wincing at the bright light of the...Was that the sun?
Her eyes snapped open, and she took in her surroundings. Where once there had been a downpour, there was sunlight. Where once there had been an empty street, there was a crowd of onlookers staring at her, some in curiosity, some in fear. She brought her gaze back to where her target had been.
Where once had stood a man, was now a buckled stone wall, and behind it, a very angry shopkeeper.
A rushing sound filled her head and her vision began to blacken. She pitched forward, on the edge of fainting, before she forced herself back to attention. She tried to stop her forward motion, but her prosthetic leg refused to bend at the knee to catch her, and she tumbled to the ground. Quickly she straightened, steam rising from the quickly drying rainwater drenching her body, and hobbled toward the shopkeeper, an apology on her lips.
Just what the hell was going on?
"Reducto!" The pursuer shouted, whipping their wand forward. A streak of nearly invisible energy leapted from their wand, detonating at their targets feet and throwing chunks of stone into the air.
Janika came to a sudden stop as the wizard she was chasing tripped over some of the debris and went tumbling. She levelled her wand at him and slowly advanced, ignoring the rain drenching her hair and clothing despite the sparks jumping across her exposed cursed scar. She had just made the decision to brush her target's mind with passive Legilimancy when she caught a glimpse of his plan. She jumped to the right and conjured a slab of granite in the same motion, just as the man on the ground turned over and shouted, "Avada Kedavra!"
The sickly green curse impacted her conjured shield, vaporizing where it hit and shooting shards of granite in all directions. Janika could feel some of it cut her hands and face. By the time she recovered, he was standing, another curse already on his lips.
They fell into a rhythm, a familiar set of motions that experienced duelists referred to as The Great Dance, when the combatants thoughts become so singular and focused that spells become non-verbal and a noticeable energy begins to permeate the air. After what seemed like an eternity, she spotted an opening. A moment's hesitation, a minor slip of the foot, and she knew she had him. She turned on the spot, the familiar feeling of Apparition taking over as she visualized the dark alcove of the storefront behind her enemy. The feeling of being sucked down a straw overcame her, and was just as quickly gone. She raised her wand, pointing to where he had been.
"Bombarda!"
She was blinded by brightness, light brighter than the spell should have produced. She knelt and covered her eyes protectively even as she heard the spell connect solidly with stone.
She cautiously opened her eyes, wincing at the bright light of the...Was that the sun?
Her eyes snapped open, and she took in her surroundings. Where once there had been a downpour, there was sunlight. Where once there had been an empty street, there was a crowd of onlookers staring at her, some in curiosity, some in fear. She brought her gaze back to where her target had been.
Where once had stood a man, was now a buckled stone wall, and behind it, a very angry shopkeeper.
A rushing sound filled her head and her vision began to blacken. She pitched forward, on the edge of fainting, before she forced herself back to attention. She tried to stop her forward motion, but her prosthetic leg refused to bend at the knee to catch her, and she tumbled to the ground. Quickly she straightened, steam rising from the quickly drying rainwater drenching her body, and hobbled toward the shopkeeper, an apology on her lips.
Just what the hell was going on?
