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WHO: Sam Winchester, Kyp Durron (closed)
LOCATION: The Forbidden Forest
WEEK: 67
TIME: Night of course!
WHAT: Manly bonding timez
RATING: PG

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Oh goodie, they were still being sarcastic. This was going to be a jolly little fight for their lives.

Sam might've jumped, a tiny bit, when several of the big trees abruptly toppled sideways. The cracking and crashing sounds were enormous, and Sam stared at the Mental Magics professor. "...Well, if they didn't know where we were, the whole forest certainly knows now."

And wasn't their Headmaster concerned with, yaknow, keeping the forest in one piece or something?

But what had been done was done. "Fine," Sam replied flatly, hopping nimbly up onto one of the fallen trunks and casting like his life depended on it-- which it did. There were tons of nasty little spells going deep into the fallen timber, mine spells to herd the eightlegged beasts right where they wanted them. The trees wouldn't survive, but they were dead wood at this point anyway.

Or, if they were lucky, the spells would kill all the spiders before they even reached the clearing. Sam leapt across the way and repeated his spells on the other side, working his way backwards. Yeah. Luck had never really liked him that much...

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"Forest is creepy, not stupid. Most intelligent creatures avoid Acromantula." And with that last probably unnecessary comment out of the way, a curious change came over Kyp Durron - not that Sam really had the chance to notice it, of course. But it happened nonetheless, a serious, focussed expression settling on his face as his mind snapped into battlemode. Sparing a moment to check Sam's casting behind him, he thumbed on his lightsaber with a familiar smap-hiss and quite literally ran into the horde of young Acromantula fast approaching.

Suicide, for most people. But Kyp Durron wasn't most people. The spiders converged on him mindless as the only obvious prey, and he welcomed that - more targets to hit, less bother with aiming. The familiar scent of burning filled his nose as he worked backwards without looking, trusting the Force to guide his steps around whatever spells the Winchester kid had left as he wielded his saber with one hand, the Force with another. Still, even Kyp Durron wasn't infallible. "You done?" he called over his shoulder. Surprisingly enough, his tone was entirely serious - none of the usual taunting he might have employed before now.

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Some tiny part of him wondered if they had permission to explode half the forest, or if Cid might possibly fire them, but those thoughts were quickly drowned under the much more present threat of Giant Horde of Spiders Running To Eat Them.

"Gimme a minute!" Even Sam Winchester could not spell a dozen tree trunks so quickly. Kyp was probably oddly in a hurry, and Sam refrained from the urge to add another snarky reply. He didn't want to attract the spiders to his location too early, anyway.

Once the fallen tree trunks sufficiently weaponized, Sam hopped off the limbs of the last one, and waited instead of immediately sprinting for the clearing. "Go, go, go!" He shouted, lifting his wand again-- already beginning to feel a drain-- to cover Kyp's retreat. "Don't touch the wood!"