[OPEN FIGHT LOG] Destroyers and Hellcats and uhhhh OH MY!

[lestrangestone]

Who: EVERYONE.
When: May 29-31
Where: Anywhere you want it to be. Make threads! EVERYONE IS ENCOURAGED.  3...2..1...  FIGHT!
Format: Whatever you like!
What: THE DESTROYER. FUCKING HELLCATS. RODS. General chaos!
Warnings: Will be updated if need be! Probably violence and gore, maybe language?

Day One  5/29

Day Two 5/30

Day Three 5/31

[ooc: I didn't know if

Comments

batshit is chomping at the bit

[lestrangestone]

[You don't think so? How dare you think at all, if you even truly do. Where is your respect, Nymphadora? Always getting in the way, in the thick of things that aren't your concern (and that sometimes end badly for you, don't they?). She's smiling a little more as she remembers this - remembers how still and broken you looked the last time she saw you. Before this.

Before---

---and there she is. Closer.

Bellatrix frowns at those sparks as they fall. They should have been rods (not the last fragments of protection), now it is just a useless shower of what may as well be piss for all the good it's going to do the city.

She's as ready as she can be, with a willingness to more than make up for any lack of plan.]

You speak as if your voice matters!

[Come on, then. Bring it.]

stubbornness is coming up the inside

[wotchesyou]

[Tonks doesn't speak at all. She's too busy fighting.

While she had not overestimated her own abilities, Tonks is slightly surprised at just how good Bellatrix is. The woman moves with the agility and grace of a person several years younger than her. She's able to deflect and shield everything Tonks throws at her.

For her part, Tonks hasn't been hit by a spell yet.

Tonks raises her arm high in the air. The tip of her wand sparks, grows white just as she brings her arm down in a rapid motion. The white spark glows and morphs into lightning. The original spark never leaves the tip of her wand, instead the lightning zigs and zags on it's way to Bellatrix.

This spells surprises her. It was only meant to be a shocking charm, not lightning as though Zeus himself was hurling it at Bellatrix.

She can't let go now. ]

idk man crazy is all over the place

[lestrangestone]

[Her eyes widen behind a mass of curls as she counters - wand straight out - her shock (she does not stop to consider the appropriateness of the emotion) may be detectable, and it may not, but the surprise is there just the same.]

Deflectere!

[Hurling, unfurling its own kind of light, mirrors and negativespace, vomiting forth as if to swallow up the brilliance of this thing hurtling toward her - this brightling ball of light, all spark and arc and Merlin's teat it's met her counterspell and is growing all in the space of seconds.

Light and unlight and crackle and echo as it spills out - tendrils piercing the roof beside - brick slams into stone, as light arcs into light and into light again, she can't help but wonder how much of this is Nymphadora (impossible) and how much is her own power.

And how much is Anatole?She is still wondering this as she's blown back by the force of it. Shattered rock and brilliantdark as her footing's a memory and she's in the air - can't see past the enormity of it - the sound in her ears and the

[wotchesyou]

[ When Tonks spells hits Bellatrix, it reverberates. The shock wave alone knocks Tonks off of her feet. She can feel herself being lifted up only to be blown off of the roof. ]