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Post by Neville Longbottom on Feb 4, 2008 8:25:47 GMT -5
Neville stepped around the table, and knelt by Aesir's limp form.
"What can I do to help?" he asked Althea, looking worried.
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Post by Nicholas Gawain Lannsman on Feb 4, 2008 8:27:27 GMT -5
Nicholas quickly let go of the spell that kept the first creature pinned to the ground and quickly cast a charm upon his wooden sword as he took slow steps back towards the Hall.
"Validus ut chalybs." he muttered quickly, making his training sword as strong as steel.
He held no illusions that he could hold off three of them, but he knew he could take at least one down. Nicholas crouched down low, ready to spring forth and meet them.
"Navi onus."
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Post by Narrator on Feb 4, 2008 8:38:27 GMT -5
With a howl, the three creatures loped down the hallway towards the lone human. Their tentacle like appendages on their backs twitched and lashed out, their jaws hung wide open and dripping spittle, their claws clicking against the stone floor.
Two of the three passed the man; one leaping over him, the other flashing past him, but the first was not so lucky.
The two that made it passed were in the Great Hall now, sinister eyes looking about for prey. So many of these humans were fleeing, running around already. One of the larger ones was lying sprawled against a table but there were others protecting it.
Finally, one sprang onto the Hufflepuff table, attempting to lash out at one of the students there but missing only a hairs breadth; the clawed tentacled struck the table, ripping out a large gouge of wood in the process. It howled in frustrating and instead turned it's focus on one of the other students.
Lilliane.
The second ran toward the Slytherin table, snarling and snapping at students as it did so. One of the students was struck in the leg and went down onto the ground immediately, screaming out in pain. A stunning spell slammed into its side, pushing it away from the injured student. It quickly scrambled back up and focused onto it next victim.
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Post by Nicholas Gawain Lannsman on Feb 4, 2008 9:06:47 GMT -5
Nicholas waited until the first one got into his range. Faster than they anticipated, he slipped to the side and brought the full weight of his strength and sword to bear onto the beasts snout.
It squealed in pain as they weapon connected, and Nicholas quickly shoved his wand towards the animals side.
"Levicorpus!"
The black creature was immediately snatched up into the air, hanging upside down, still disoriented from the powerful strike that Nicholas delivered.
Quickly, he turned to face the Great Hall and the carnage that ensued.
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Post by Arcturus MacDougal on Feb 4, 2008 9:07:48 GMT -5
Arcturus' eyes widened in horror. Two . . . monsters . . . were in the Great Hall attacking students. And he was supposed to go hide behind an overgrown table?
Not on your life . . .
One of the monsters was going for a petrified Gryffindor first year. The other was rampaging among the Slytherins. As Arcturus was further away from the Slytherin table, and not sure how well he would fight for Slytherins, he went for the monster stalking the Gryffindor first year. He hit it in the side with his best Stunning Spell and yelled at the Gryffindor first year.
"Get away from it! Get behind the table!"
OK, so he was telling her to do what he was refusing to do, but she was a first-year! It was different.
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Post by Dr. Althea Lannsman on Feb 4, 2008 13:24:06 GMT -5
Althea looked up briefly at Neville and Zea and then back to Asier. "We got to move him to the Hospital wing, but I'm afraid to move him- If he has a spinal injury, it could cause permanent damage..." She cast Ferula several times and quickly bound Asier's legs in splints.
"Asier, keep talking to me, you're going to be fine... Tell me about your last adventure to the tavern with Shyinad, ok?"
She heard the creatures as they burst into the room behind her. She didn't have to turn around to know that they were there with malicious intent. The remaining students, which was still the majority of students, were now scrambling to either hide behind overturned chairs and tables or heading for the safest, nearest exit.
She felt sick to her stomach and she could feel her heart beating in her throat when she turned to finally see what was causing the mayhem...
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Post by Zea Winters on Feb 4, 2008 14:30:45 GMT -5
Zea leapt down from the table, and aimed her wand at the nearest creature.
"Stupefy!" she yelled.
She pointed her wand toward the sky.
"Accio Whip!"
She continued to fire stuns to hold the creatures at bay, until her leather bullwhip came whizzing into the room, tightly coiled. She snatched it out of the air, and began striking with it, trying to knock one off it's feet so she could snag it.
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Post by Neville Longbottom on Feb 4, 2008 14:33:28 GMT -5
"Here, you keep him stable, I'll levitate him, between the two of us we'll be able to keep still enough to prevent further injuries," he cast the spell with a bark and a wave of his wand. "Zea, cover us! We need to get him out of here!"
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Post by Dr. Althea Lannsman on Feb 4, 2008 15:06:54 GMT -5
She nodded to Neville. "Ok- Where do we go? The only other door out of here is the kitchen access at the back?..." She looked up to plot their would-be escape route. "Oh Merlin- That's far..."
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Post by Stevie Copeland on Feb 4, 2008 15:36:11 GMT -5
(I'm not the latest person in the world or anything. No possible way. *ducks in cover*)
Stevie was once eating. Once. He, of course, wasn't eating more. No, no, no. He had been finished a while ago, having only eaten a bit. He just couldn't get the image of the horrid creature out of his mind.
Then, Aesir came. He looked almost dead. Stevie hadn't gotten sleep for a while. He simply sat there, dazed, until he eventually just tagged along with the other people. When they ran, he ran. When they stopped and cowered, he stopped and cowered. It was running like clockwork until he saw what was actually attacking.
He froze in place from his position, mouth agape. He wasn't the most well hidden, but he was fairly well hidden to say the most. Those things. That was what he had seen. He looked at its features, it was unmistakable. He silently cursed himself out. He thought he was the cause of all of this. He should have told all of the teachers about this, but he didn't. He wanted to go to sleep. And now, here he was, possibly watching a massacre. He was tempted to offer himself, but he didn't. He valued his own life. He fell backward, his body thumping against a wall. He would've fell flat on his back if there wasn't a wall there, but that was beside the point. He couldn't take his eyes off, he couldn't move, he couldn't do anything, but watch. His dreams had come true, contorted into grotesque nightmares in the form of these creatures.
In an occasion like this, Stevie would normally run things through his mind. Such as, how did these get here? How did these things come to be? How could he survive? Now was different. Being fairly new to the wizarding world, he had no clue as to why these things were attacking, who could have sent them, or who could possibly be killed.
He was pushed by someone, he didn't see who. that person was a blue to him. He didn't move like he would. He found himself unable to move. He twitched a finger, just to make sure he was still alive. He was, but that was of little consolation to him. The only thing he could, if he tried, to think about was that it was his fault.
His fault for not telling any more teachers.
His fault for not telling any of the students.
His fault for not writing in his book about the creatures.
And his fault for all of the casualties that may take place.
Stevie would have cried. He would've broken down right there and bawled his eyes out. But, he was too preoccupies with just standing there, turning his head into a fly hotel. All he could do is hope that one wouldn't see him, but with his luck as of late, one would be sure to see him.
Stevie had no doubt in his mind that the first one to see him would be the one he saw that dreaded night, where all of this began. All of this living torture began. He felt something in the pit of his stomach. This would be his gravesite.
(Long post, attempting to make up for horrible timing. Hope it counts >>; )
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Post by Elsbeth Pierce on Feb 4, 2008 15:56:01 GMT -5
Elsbeth watched in horrow as the monsters entered the Grreat Hall, and again tried to order the remaining children behind the enlarged Staff table or under their House tables.
Noticing Stevie Copeland, the boy who had mentioned seeing or hearing a creature once before, she quickly ran over grabbing hold of his arm and pulled him over to the other side of the staff table. "Don't worry, Stevie, the staff will take care of it."
Returning to the other side of the overturned table, she stood ready to fight. "I'll cover you!" she yelled at Doctor Lannsmann and Professor Longbottom. She nodded at Zea to let her know she had her help. Turning back toward the monsters as quickly as she could, she watched as one of the monsters turned its attention on Liliane Wesker, a first year Gryffindor. With a startled cry, she made to attack it, but a Ravenclaw third year who should have been hiding helped her instead.
"Mister Macdougall, are you daft?! I said all students go hide!" she yelled at the Ravenclaw boy. "This isn't safe for you!"
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Post by Stevie Copeland on Feb 4, 2008 16:01:07 GMT -5
Stevie was pulled aside, not at all caring. He hit the ground, in a sitting position. He simply fell onto his back, and turned to the side, staring at the table. He couldn't believe it. He thought these things would never attack... But they did. The words spoken to him did not do a single thing, as Stevie only heard the shrieks of various students, and his heart. He tried humming some music to himself, but ti did nothing as well. Nothing worked. Was he to go insane here? He had a lingering thought about that. He wondered what it was like to be insane...
He rolled on his side, again, so his back was on the table, Stevie staring at the wall. he just knew something bad would happen, he just knew it... But then again, he thought he knew a lot of things that didn't turn out true. Like these things not attacking.
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Post by Neville Longbottom on Feb 4, 2008 16:51:11 GMT -5
"It's far, but we can make it. Zea, Nicholas and Elsbeth have it... well, as under control as it's going to get. And we need to move fast," he glanced around.
"I've got an idea," he said, looking at the throng of students gathered behind the table.
"I need all of you to listen up! We need to get Professor MacLeod out of here fast, and the rest of you, too. Younger students, I want you to form a group... first year through third year. Fourth year and up, I want you to form a barrier around the younger students, keep your wands at the ready. We're going to move as a group to the back door. If one of those creatures comes near us as we're trying to escape, fire a Disarming or a Stunning spell at them. Do I make myself clear?"
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Post by Stevie Copeland on Feb 4, 2008 17:06:10 GMT -5
Stevie was still dazed, but he sat up, and managed to nod. Other students were happy to leave, but Stevie couldn't feel any other way. He stood as front as he could, and as centered as he could. He felt that was the place that would be best for him. With a crows of kids behind him, it would be hard to look behind him.
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Post by Nicholas Gawain Lannsman on Feb 4, 2008 17:14:10 GMT -5
Nicholas was about to burst into the Great Hall when he felt something snag at his shoulder; the creature lashed out from its upside down position with one of its barbed tentacles. He gave a short cry of surprise as it yanked his cloak but waisted no time on spinning out of its reach.
Anger boiled to the surface when he hurt a student scream out in pain.
"Sectum semptra!"
The purple blast severed the creatures tentacle halfway, splattering the wall with blood. It flailed uselessly until Nicholas ran to it, mercilessly clubbing it's head once, twice, three times with his enchanted sword. It hung limp in the air. Wheeling around, Nicholas looked to the Great Hall.
He was about to charge in when something caught his eye...
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