((Jasper, Valentine, and Hook mentions were approved by their players. =) ))It was time for Part 2 of Baron Vladimir Harkonnen's class on Muggle Warfare. Perhaps slightly overdue, as snow had settled over the grounds, but, he hadn't been willing to hold the event while the infant-sun monstrosity still lingered in the sky. But now, it was gone, and
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The Baron of course noticed "Jasper's pet" when it charged onto the field- in general, he couldn't complain about a reptilian death machine showing up on the field (or at least what he considered to be one, having not yet encountered Smaug). But, he also recognized the raptor, and, was very fond of his assistant. He was also fond of Kuronue, and found himself facing the rare predicament where he didn't really want either of them to "win", precisely- had it been someone elses raptor, he'd of course been happy to watch Kuronue tear it into bits- although the raptor seemed to be holding its own surprisingly well. And so, he did about the only thing he could do- called his house-elf Mopsy, who appeared instantly, even on the Quidditch field, and told her to go let Jasper know that his 'pet' had decided to show up at the game, was currently rampaging around, and that he ( ... )
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Carefully not breathing in, he made his way a bit further up to where Valentine and Vladimir were seated and apparently recording the war game. He stayed out of the camera's way and briefly took a seat beside Vladimir, offering both men a smile that might have been pleasant if it wasn't so painfully obvious Jasper was trying very, very hard not to murder someone at the moment. He was not feral, however-this was a much more controlled, calculating anger ( ... )
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He looked up to the Baron, then back at Matt, who seemed to decide to guard the flag. The chick, that Anita woman he supposed, was having fun with George, so he turned his eyes forward and surveyed the field.
Snow. Urgh. Oh, there was Turlough getting shot at. Heh.
He'd be too visible against the snow. He looked up to the overcast sky and frowned, then looked back to the field. The wall was gone, well mostly. Using his wings for a little extra speed, he situated himself against the wall, back press against it and peaked out from behind it, levelling his gun at the Shoggies and Toki. "Smile for the camera, boys," he said, then began aiming for the barrels of guns, making them jam and explode when next fired. He also tried to shoot the raptor in the joints of his legs, enough to slow it down at least.
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A raptor running at top speed wasn't the easiest of targets to hit, but one of Kuronue's shots managed to almost hit its mark before Nathan's return fire forced the demon back: it took out a good chunk of scaly flesh and left a bleeding gouge above one of the dinosaur's knees. The raptor stumbled, nearly spilling into the snow before he compensated with a swift, elegant forward lunge, landing on all fours to regain his balance.
This wasn't the first time he'd been shot at.
Rather than deterring him, the blue side now had an over 1500 pound enraged dinosaur charging them. With a rather kawaii kitty hat on its head. Kuronue's exclamation helped him to pinpoint exactly where the demon was, and he vaulted over the remains of the wall, intending to simply land on the demon.
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"I have a plan, but make sure no one comes up from behind you," he said, sticking a finger in his ear and dislodging the dried blood that was making hearing difficult. "I'm going for the red flag."
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Off to the wall he went, using his wings to leap over it, then made his way all the way around to the other end of the Quidditch pitch. He ended up behind the red team's base. Sneaking over the wall, Kuronue crept nice and stealthy like for the flag first, while keeping an eye out for a gun he could take.
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Nathan was apparently bound and determined to be a thorn in the demon's side this class. He was also pretty much standing right next to the red team's flag, so, you know. Short of being invisible, it wouldn't be too easy to sneak past him.
He leveled his rifle at Kuronue's head once again. No witty one-liner or small talk for the singer-he simply grinned and pulled the trigger.
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"Awright, let's do this." Sure, the signup sheet had implied that weapons would be provided. But there was nothing about not bringing your own, and it hadn't occurred to Scout to ask. So he came to the pitch with a shotgun slung over his shoulder and a baseball bat tucked under his arm.
"So, like, who's gonna pick up the pieces of the other team?" he asked. "Cause slippin' in guts and stuff is gonna suck."
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Coming to Hogwarts had garnered Smaug an improved and steady diet, and subsequently, better health, as was most clearly reflected in how he'd become increasingly sleek and powerful-looking, and had even grown slightly since his unexpected arrival all those months ago. Dragons were considered the apex predators of many worlds, including his own, and for good reason-he could deal death from any angle, from land or sky, and enjoyed a natural immunity to many forms of magic as well as possessing a virtually impenetrable suit of scaled armour. If all else failed, he could theoretically even talk an opponent into suicideThough he was over six thousand ( ... )
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Rather than being worried about Smaug heading for the Baron and his companion, Kuronue hovered in the air and stared in wide-eyed amazement. He stayed well out of Smaug's way (probably out of respect) and watched the flames consume everything.
"That is awesome," he breathed, turning his eyes to the pale man who'd rode the dragon's back, then back to Smaug.
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