Greensleeves. (Sylvester, Anabelle, Celeste)

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Matthew panted softly to himself. There was no screaming, no torture shouts. Only the sound of a pillar of earth being shattered. Damn. Mathew thought to himself knowing that Sy had protected himself from the torture curse. Matthew had to try harder. Especially with the steam covering most of the arena, it would cause casting spells to be twice as hard.
Matthew walked slowly trying not to make a sound, trying to keep his breath calm. It was all sorta hard at this point. Jumped softly from pillar to pillar, wand ready for anything. Matthew looked into the steam seeing faint color of purple. His mind racing a hundred times by the second trying to recognize the spell. Shit! Matthew slashed his wand raising at least one pillar of earth to help protect as he jumped and sprinted. Feeling the purple curse fly right past his ears, Matthew could hear the hissing and the crackling of the spell. Panting his eyes were widen. Now the games were a foot. Gloves were now off. Growling softly Matthew stood up. Matthew was deficiently feeling the effects of the Curcio curse. He looked down at his dueling arms seeing the burn from the spell. His veins, being extremely noticeable. He shook it off looking into the fog.
“You think you’re the only one that knows nonverbal Dark spells?!” Matthew shouted before moving from the spot. Hoping his was behind Sy, Matthew slashed his wand sending out two lethal curses. The curse had the same appearance as the killing curse but not exactly the same effects. If hit in the correct spot which; was the heart, the target would get into cardio arrest. If not the spell was still very dangers to get hit by, lethal at the most.

[Sylvester Salazar Gaunt]

Sylvester turned on the spot as he heard Matt yelling something. Gazing into the fog, he saw nothing, but he knew he was in there somewhere. He heard a very slight noise, like someone landing on stone, just to the right of where he was looking. His reactions, however, weren't fast enough. Before he could get a good reading on the noise and its source, he saw two beams of light shoot out towards him. With hardly any time to react, Sy dove to his left, where a pillar stood. He was slightly too slow, however, and the spell clipped the very tip of his foot.

Stifling a small shout of pain, the force of the curse sent him spinning through the air, slamming into the edge of the pillar and down to the ground twenty feet below. Breaking his fall with a quick Softening Charm, Sy rolled to where he was laying on his back, looking up at the pillars. He didn't know the extent of the damage to his foot, but the spell only hit the tips of his toes, so the harm couldn't be too great. Noticing that, from his perspective below most of the mist, he could see the very bottom of Matt's legs and his feet, Sy forced himself to his own feet, keeping an eye on the small fraction that he could see of his opponent.

The pain was bad enough to cause Sy to be unable to put too much weight on his damaged foot, but not as bad as Sylvester had feared. Keeping his eyes on Matt's feet, he pointed his wand at the pillar the feet were standing on, casting two mental spells back-to-back. Finite, Reducto, he said to himself. The stone pillar Matt was standing on shook ever-so-slightly as the Stiffening Charm that Sy had cast over it was Finished, just a second before the second spell collided with it. The tower crumbled instantly. Some bits shattering and flying away from the tower like they had just been shot from a cannon, and others simply falling from their place to the ground below.

The exposion threw dust and dirt into the air, making it impossible for Sylvester to keep an eye on Matt's feet, so he didn't know if the collapsing of the pillar caused him to fall or not, so Sy took cover behind a nearby pillar, not wanting to be hit by any more shrapnel from exploding rocks since the bit that had hit him as a result of Dermandois Torture Curse was still stinging. Unlike Matt, he wasn't going to waste his breathe by shouting retorts at him. Doing so only alerted Matt to where exactly Sylvester was, and Sy wasn't going to give him such an obvious target for him to aim at.

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Matthew stood still listening. Taking that the curse had hit Sylvester. Hoping. Hoping that it worked and the duel was over, hoping that Matthew showed he WAS more powerful then Sy. But again, one could only hope. Matthew saw from the steam two spells casting from it. Getting ready to defend he noticed they weren't aiming for him, they were aimed for the pillar. Raising his eye brow Matthew watched as the spills hit the massive pillars. Instant crash. Matthew attempted to run before it was too late. But it was, the pillar was all ready starting to crumble the fall.

Gripping a giant chunk of rock that was falling, Matthew felt pieces of earth hitting him. A few of the pieces were sharp, cutting him up a bit. Quick thinking Matthew apparated from the giant rock. Not really thinking were to go he apparated to the ground, just a few couple feet from the ground. Falling a few feet, with a loud thud Matthew hit the the hard cement. Hearing his back crack Matthew groaned closing his eyes trying to forget about the pain. When he opened his eyes a massive rock just had landed beside his head almost squishing him to instant death. Getting up slowly Matthew felt the massive amount of pain in his back. Wasn't a nice feeling. Looking up he glared. "This isn't over..." He hissed to himself.

[Celeste Lydia Rose]

OOC: Well not much to say here, Cel seems to have said everything I was going to. The 800+ was just to catch up on all the posts I sort of chose to miss, rather watched the fight XD Anyway, hope its allright.

“I’m so evil I’m going to hurt everyone so badly they’ll turn into a crisp!

“And I’m the most powerful villain in the whole entire world! Bow down before me or I’ll sleep with your girlfriends! Mawhahaha!”

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Celeste glanced down at Eliza, wondering what the Bobcat thought of the story. A small purr of approval showed that she agreed with Celeste, who was grinning at her best friend. The Slytherin Prefect glanced out of the window again, rolling her eyes at the fighting in front of her very view. She could see Sylvester quite clearly for a time, before he ducked behind something. Matthew came into few a few moments later. Celeste could feel a pulling at her skirt, and she glanced down, looking at a familiar house elf. She heard something about wanting to help cook, and then a mumbering about fighting outside. Celeste smiled in approval, and led her Bobcat and the smallish elf into the kitchen, which was now filled with all the ingredients for the “stop fighting before you both bloody hurt yourselves” campaign.

Chocolate, Sugar, Egg, Milk and more than twenty ingredients flew across the room at high speed, causing the Bobcat to jump in fight. Celeste giggled softly, stroking the cat before placing her down on her feet and then made work preparing the mid afternoon snack, something to shut them up for a while. It took her a moment to remember what each of them liked the most, and with a little help from Buttons, they started to make the perfect batch of cookies that would ever be seen in this house.

------ 15 minuets later -----

“Look! Aren’t they wonderful? See, I told you they wouldn’t turn out horrid. Just have a bit more faith in your cooking and everything will be fine.”

Slytherin Prefect, took out the Cookies from the oven, and flipped them onto the biggest plate she could find. Button’s did seem quite impressed, but did tell her that she wasn’t allowed to say he helped at all. Celeste agreed, but always did find it annoying how a guy couldn’t man up and admit something like that. She balanced the two drinks of Firewhiskey on the plate, and tested her balance for a few moments, before opening the main door outside. Celeste gazed around, trying to spot the two guys among the flashes of spells and yelling. Her eyes caught them, and she sighed loudly, one of them was going to get badly hurt, it was always the way. Then she saw the column move, her heart stopped for the longest moment, she was unable to breath, while watching it explode, smashing it to smithereens. Panic welled up inside her heart, god what if one of them had their head smashed against the ground, or a rock dint their leg. The plate in her hands slipped, and nearly smashed if Buttons hadn’t been beside her, grabbing the plate at the last moment.

“Reparo!” she shouted, pointing her wand at the column, and then the destroyed plants, and everything else that had been damaged by both boys. Her eyes darkened, and she became pretty pissed off. She was still in a panic mode, but her anger seemed to hold sway for the moment. “Finite Incantatem! she added, her voice growing cold with worry and anger. Damn hope that stoped all those spells from finishing their job. She was glad to see no killing spell light from either wand. Celeste hoisted up her dress to her knee’s and ran down the staircase, still with the grace her mother always had. “Guys?! Are you all right?” she yelled, trying to find movement through the dust of the explosion. Idiot, what the hell did they think would happen if they exploded a Column?

Celeste crossed her arms over her chest, once she heard a reply from both boys, and scowled. “What the hell were you thinking?! Trying to kill each other isn’t a very smart move, god, I thought better of both of you. Christ, if you’re both killed, that just leaves me and Anabelle, lot of good two girls are supposed to do in this man’s world. I can’t believe you’d go to the extreme of—“ A pulling on her dress stopped her rant, she glanced down and couldn’t help the smile on her face. The food was still in perfect nick after all, good thing that. Celeste thanked Buttons, and raised the plate high. “Look, I had prepared afternoon tea for you and everything. Come back inside once you’re both done trying to kill each other.” she said, turning on her heel, the panicking dropping to a minimum, the anger rising in its place. Stupid, Stupid, Stupid. Should have gone with Anabelle, left them to fight it all out. Yeah, one might have got knocked off, what a pity that would be. She glanced behind her once she reached the kitchen again, which was once again spotless. Yes, Celeste was a perfectionist to the nicest sense. “All right, once you’ve eaten, I assume I’m going to have to look at your wounds. Nurse you both back to health?” she was still pretty angry, but not enough to see them in some sort of idiot pain.
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[Sylvester Salazar Gaunt]

Sylvester barely heard it over the crash, but he managed to catch the slight pop as Matt apperated. He looked around through the dust and fog, but was unable to see his opponent at all. Not wanting to give away his location by yelling, just in case Matt was ready for the slightest noise, Sy made his way through the pillars, keeping his back against one of the columns at all times so that Matt couldn't sneak up behind him.

As a rumbling and whooshing sound filled the air, Sylvester stiffened. Waving his wand around trying to create barriers to protect himself, he was surprised when no curses flew at him from the fog, but instead the columns sunk into the ground and the mist cleared. Looking around, he was shocked to see Celeste with her wand raised and Matt's elf next to her. "What the he'll are you doing Celeste? Quit interfering!" When she went on about them trying to kill eachother, he glanced over at Matt. They had been trying awfully hard to hurt one another, and his foot was starting to hurt more and more as the curse took full effect. "Fine," he said lowly. "We'll stop."

((I know it sucks. sorry guys. haha))

[soby207]

Matthew groaned being on his back and in utter pain. It was a painful experience what he just did. Stupefy and other spells hurt but not as bad as falling on hard concrete steps. It hurts like a S.O.B. Groaning in pain, Matthew saw a few good cuts on his arms, some of them cut through his shirt and cut him deeper. "Ugh..." When he got up he limped a few steps before seeing Celeste and Buttons holing a plate of cookies and Firewiskey. What the fuck? Matthew was confused, was she baking with Buttons? Giving a weird look Matthew was about to comment before he decided it was wise to stay quiet while Celeste ranted and gave them hell. It wasn't much of a issue. They were boys, boys will be boys. They were fighting to see who had more Alpha male in them. And well they both did. Just Sy had a little more then Matthew that was all. No more, no less. Just a little ... WEE little.

When Matthew saw Sy, he shrugged limping into the house ripping off his shirt. The blood from the cuts had stained the shirt and were trickling down his body slowly. Great. Walking past the liquor cabinet, Matthew pulled out a bottle of tequila and grabbed a few clothes as well. Sitting down near Celeste he poured the booze on his cuts on his torso dabbing them with the cloth. It stung pretty bad really. Biting his lips to hold back the pain, Matthew pulled out a rather long sharp rock from his side. "Fuck..." He muttered softly not needing the aid of Celeste to pach him back together.

[Celeste Lydia Rose]

OOC: I like Tris's idea about the new leader, how they'll have to battle their way to the spot ^.^ Do you want me to start the next thread?

Celeste still had her arms crossed, and a mixture of annoyance and concern masked across her face. Why did it not surprise her that they would go to that extreme, maybe because one was destined t to be leader, while the other would be his second. Yes, because neither she nor Anabelle was worthy of that title anyway. Stupid society and its damn rules, soon, very soon it would all change, weather they liked it or not. Celeste glanced between both boys, daring them to say anything different, unlike them; she was 100% fine, no cuts or bruises. “Good, I’m glad to see some sense has been left in those tiny brains of yours.” she was dripping poison, but she didn’t care, let them get mad, it would only make it worse for themselves. It was going to be a cinch, fighting between them left a gate open, one that she intended to guard until they worked it out, without a violent brawl. Unlikely yes, but she would still hold a light out for them, just in case.

The bobcat curled back around her neck, as Celeste went back into the kitchen, carrying the plate in her hands. The firewhiskey was tipping but she placed the plate down on the table between the two boys. Celeste gave them each a drink, for the pain and whatever other reason they needed for something stronger than butterbeer. Her own glass held water, she didn’t need anything for the time, it would be best if she didn’t anyway. At least have one of them 100% aware of everything. Celeste glanced over at shirtless Matthew, who was purposely trying to fix himself up so she wouldn’t, it wasn’t as if she hadn’t seen him like that before. “ Bite down on this, I’ll take away the edge.” she held out a hand’s length of black metal. “No, don’t ask why I have that in my bag.” she added, smiling slightly. Taking out a rock from his side, Celeste held out her hand for it, knowing he would either give it to her or try and do a manly thing, which would amuse her more. “So who’s idiot idea was it to blow up the columns?” she asked glancing between them. The Slytherin purist her lips, taking out the wand from her hidden pocket, and indicated Sy. “You don’t look like your hurt as badly, still hurt though. Need help darling, or are you going to do it by yourself?” she asked, slightly amused. This whole, alpha male thing was getting stupid, but she played along, let them have their fun.