Fun with Magic | Friday, period 2
Class was back on the lawn this week, and Bob was waiting with a large cardboard box in front of him, courtesy of Mabel. Inside were a number of odd-shaped lumps in various bright colours. Once the students were there, Bob grinned at them.
"This week, we're going to play a game. Everybody steps up and gets one bat. You have until the end of class to use it. Every hit you get on someone else scores you a point. Every point they get on you loses you one. And there won't be any cheating; the bats keep their own scores."
His grin widened. Was everybody frightened yet? "That's not the only thing they do, though. You see, these bats are all enchanted. Every hit will impart a minor enchantment to your target - it might turn their skin bright blue, or make their ears ring, or cause them to only speak in rhymes. It might make them extremely clumsy. It also might make them just a bit faster than normal, or nearly invisible. It might make them extremely coordinated."
He sobered for a minute. "Nothing will last longer than a few minutes, and none of it is truly harmful. Those of you with experience with melee weapons," he gave the armored folks a stern look, "please keep it that way. It's a spar, not a fight."
That said, he continued. "Those of you with magic are free to use your own as well, but it may behave...unpredictably, with these around. It's your risk to take. As for the rest - work for yourselves, form teams," as much as you could, "run, hide - whatever you like. The entire lawn is fair game."
He clapped his hands together and beamed. "Any questions?"
"This week, we're going to play a game. Everybody steps up and gets one bat. You have until the end of class to use it. Every hit you get on someone else scores you a point. Every point they get on you loses you one. And there won't be any cheating; the bats keep their own scores."
His grin widened. Was everybody frightened yet? "That's not the only thing they do, though. You see, these bats are all enchanted. Every hit will impart a minor enchantment to your target - it might turn their skin bright blue, or make their ears ring, or cause them to only speak in rhymes. It might make them extremely clumsy. It also might make them just a bit faster than normal, or nearly invisible. It might make them extremely coordinated."
He sobered for a minute. "Nothing will last longer than a few minutes, and none of it is truly harmful. Those of you with experience with melee weapons," he gave the armored folks a stern look, "please keep it that way. It's a spar, not a fight."
That said, he continued. "Those of you with magic are free to use your own as well, but it may behave...unpredictably, with these around. It's your risk to take. As for the rest - work for yourselves, form teams," as much as you could, "run, hide - whatever you like. The entire lawn is fair game."
He clapped his hands together and beamed. "Any questions?"