VI. Capture the Flag [Monday Morning]

[Mila] After a fitful, broken sleep of premonitions and nightmares, Mila had been the last to leave her shared dormitory, and that only for her room-mates cared enough for the oversleeping lass to attempt to wake her time, and time again during their early-morning ministrations of preparing for the day. With no time to head a few levels down for breakfast, she had only just managed a quick shower and a a breakfast bar from the stash purchased on the Black Market and hidden at the bottom of her possessions. She knew herself well, and they were vital to survival at Hecate, running on her awkward sleep schedule and constant tardiness. It was thanks, only to the overhead bridge that joined the top level of the Coliseum to the fourth floor at Hex, that she made it to the field on time. Phew. Just, as Professor Blaze was reprimanding Jake. The sable-headed Australian brought herself close to Lara and the boy, only to find in Xander's explanations of the game they were to play – and the unification between theirs and the Fifth year Phys' Ed' class that ran at the same time, that she would not be on the same team as her closest friends. But, Mila had friends everywhere. Exotic orbs of dusk and smoke surveyed Blair, the newest Professor at Hex. The Seer stretched some, and then reached for one of the carelessly tossed Black Armbands, and secured it around her upper arm. Marker was taken, her hand marked and then she was passing it to Johanna who would be on her team. “You guys,” she said to Jake and Lara, “Get ready for Australian Domination.” Mila was out to win, an infectious grin at her lips.

James` rolled out of bed and swayed on his feet as he made his way to the shower, PE class was a bitch but a good fight for breakfast was always fun. Capture the flag would provide the opportunity to knock some heads together and be victorious, both things a good start to anyone’s day. Making his way down to the Coliseum he gave out various yawns and slapped his own face lightly. His pace was moved at a jog to warm up for what was about to come. He’d thought on what tactics he could bring to field, a lot of his stuff was healing, which in it’s own right would be useful if one of his own got pawned and needed assistance in a hurry. But he was also an adept caster of the basics, which when used right can be as effective as anything. There was all that and then there was the fact he was a competitive guy, who was more then prepared to physically hurt his opponents to get to the goal. Arriving on the scene he moved over towards his team, “Red’s the color huh; guess we’ll have to paint the other team with our color.” He’d give an up nod to Jake as he passed; mid-yawn took his breath away at that point. Passing Lara he’d grin, “You still owe me.” It was here his position was, with Lara and Emmelia flanking him he glanced across to the other team, with Izak as his opposite, Mila and Johanna on the forward flanks. After listening to Xander he’d nod and mark his hand and wrapped his arm band around his arm, all was set to go. It was then that he heard Mila’s comment about Australian Domination, “Kinky, I hope it’s as good as it sounds!” So early in the morning and he wouldn’t restrain himself from inappropriate comments, he wanted to mess with the other team. A quick glance was given to Alice, she had seemed less then impressed to see him yesterday and for some reason it dwelled on his mind. Looking back ahead he grinned to Charlie, “Try not to burn out before I get your flag.” As usual a little nip at the rival team, he then glanced to see Auron, “Hey, Fae-boy, you know you already pawned right?”

Auron could feel some kind of buzzing in his side. Like somehow, his entire left side had gone to sleep. Then a kind of nasty sounding ‘Crunch’ Followed by a loud ‘POP’. His body jerked. He felt his body move, but not much else. He still had his eyes closed. He remembered seeing people, out on the track, and trying to call out to them. Before that, he remembered not a lot, but the party. Some fighting, and lacey panty talk. He remembered the tingle of glamour he had used, but he couldn’t recall for what. The booze he had to pour down his throat, he remembered it’s bitter taste. Then he could see Walsh’s bloody face in the dark, outside the party. He remembered… he didn’t like all the blood, congealed under Walsh’s nose. His face was close to his. He was yelling something at him, but he couldn’t remember what. He could hear himself screaming, and then tasting that coppery taste filling his mouth. Blood. He remembered a lot of blood, so much he couldn’t see out of his eye. There was pain, he knew it was there, but his body didn’t remember. It must have been bad. Then he remembered lying on the ground, staring up as the moon blurred away. Then there was cold. So cold that the shivering made him hurt, and the pain made him sleepy. He half remembered yelling out for anyone. Someone to find him in the woods. There was, something. Some kind of light? He remembered it reminded him of his mother. Then he was in a field. A clearing maybe. The grass was wet, but he didn’t feel cold by then. And then he saw faces. He knew one, Professor Blaze. Then nothing. Nothing till the jerking on his body. He heard a small moan. It was him, and then it sounded like he was in a cave, echoes re-verberating around him, hard to catch what they were saying. “H-h-hey. H-h-h Hey! O-o-open Y-your ey-ey-eyes.” He heard and he struggled to make his body react. His two toned orbs blinked open. The room spun and he slammed them closed again, the light stinging at them. “C-c-co-come o-on n-now.” He heard the delicate voice, feminine. “Gah… Me eyes…Wha-” He spoke softly, his accent thicker when he was in pain. “Y-You w-won’t feel a-anything for a-a- bit.” The voice said and Auron tried his eyes again, squinting at first, and watching as the glaring world came back to focus. He was staring up. He was lying down, and staring up at the ceiling and a nurse’s face. “E-Easy now… E-Easy.” She said, and he felt the pressure of her hand sliding under his shoulder blades and the world spun again till he was sitting up, “Gah!” He exclaimed, his hand moving up to cup his brow, feeling gauze there. “You are about the best looking corpse we ever found.” The nurse joked inappropriately. “Gah, me head. Wha happuned?” He finally spoke, feeling his stomach flip flop. “Found you out in a field, dancing with death boy! WE want to know what happened!” She said, and he had flashes of the party, and the place, and he drew his lip in between his teeth, wincing at the pain it caused. Split lip. “Thought ye said I wouldn’t feel anneting.” He complained and the nurse huffed. “You wont feel your cracked ribs, or your reset shoulder, at least for a bit. I can do magic, not miracles. Now what happened?” The nurse demanded and Auron shook his head. Beat to hell, left for dead, he would not say a thing more. The nurse pressed her lips together, and shook her head in disappointment. “Well, you are not broken anymore. You need to head to first class. I’ve been told you have a special game today.” The nurse said with a bit of poison in her words. Auron had to take a moment to think about it. P.E. Damnit… He struggled to his feet. Ache filled his body and he knew this was not going to be pleasant later. He nodded to the nurse who gave him a ‘stupid boy’ look, and he moved to put on the clothes set out. P.E. clothes, as it would have been. He hated these clothes. Made him look frailer. He didn’t fill the sleeves with muscle like most others. He sighed, and then moved down the hall. He got a few looks, a few whispers his way, and he hurried along to the locker room. He, wanting to have always gone unseen, knew which way to take to avoid being seen. Back around theses lockers, skirt around that always occupied row of showers. He caught a glance of himself in the mirrors as he started for the field. “Wholy Crap…” He said, stepping back to look at his face. A split lip, right down the middle. Not swollen anymore, it had been partially butterflied closed thought the healing magic was working, he had been beat half to hell, and it would be a bit for it to get all better. At least he could see out of both eyes, though his bright blue was surrounded by dark purple of one hell of a shiner that would have left any normal blinded. A huge gash above the black eye was also butterflied closed. He tilted his head to one side. His entire neck was bruised with a very visible handprint that he was sure would match up to Walsh’s. He traced his fingers over it. He felt his little internal voice saying Mates don’t do this to each other. He’s not your friend. You need to tell someone. He quickly quashed that little voice, not wanting to even acknowledge the thought. The moved away from the mirror and towards the field. The grass underfoot moved slowly as he made his way towards where everyone else already stood. He was on the black team. He didn’t look at anyone, and winced a bit as he bent over to pick up his band. He felt a strain that was not his own body. He lifted his shirt to see his entire torso and up over one arm bandaged. Anyone at the party might have seen him catch one or two blows, but this, what he looked like now, definitely was not a party trick. Anyone who knew OF Walsh knew he had a temper and it would not take a stretch to see whom he had inflicted said temper upon. He placed his band on, hearing about some kind of domination, then up when he heard his name. He swallowed, thinking to himself that he might as well have stayed at the nurses, he was on his way back. He sighed, and then looked up at his aggressors. Some little thing in him said to survive. Fight to survive. He was not a fighter, but he was what he was, and he would at least give not getting the snot kicked out of him a try. When the whistle blew, he would take one arm and as if he wore a cloak that was not really there, and draw it across himself. He would effectively become invisible behind his Fae Glamour. Sure, he couldn’t cover scent very well, but hell if he couldn’t be found by any other way.

[Charlie] Charlie unlike most of his friends whom would sleep all day if given the chance, had woke up bright and early. Despite his reputation, he was quite the academically inclined student. Taking advantage of the morning’s early hours, with messenger bag in tow, he found himself a table in the library and finished homework. Nerdy? Definitely out of character for the athlete, sitting down with books and writing away would be a sight most would gawp at, yet there he was lost amidst his scribbles. Always equally balancing his studies and attraction to mischief, he had visited the Meth Lab on the night of St Patrick, walking away from such with a hangover, swollen jaw and a cut cheek. Sunday served as recovery, by Monday morning all that had ailed him was cured, expertly so by the attendants of the Hecate Infirmary. He counted his blessings, for first period had been noted as physical education, it wasn’t exactly durusball but it was usually made exciting. Customarily being one of the first students to arrive, always a shock upon his fellow peers’ faces as he changed, suiting himself in the standard outdoor kit. Waiting expectantly amidst the group, he gave the loosely familiar Lara a courteous nod upon her own arrival. Curious olive gaze which scanned the equally anticipating faces of his peers, he soon settled upon the seemingly nervous Emmelia. The rule recital had began before he could pester her further, a task which absorbed his interest throughout the weekend. Listening intently, he nodded with understanding like other listeners, eager to be underway. When the ruling had been completed, it was then that he approached Emma, falling in step beside her. “Still pouting?“ He uttered in his underlying teasing tone. An answer if he expected one would never come, for he was then split into the opposite team, encouraged to make a hasty approach to the gathering group. Taking his own armband and marking himself appropriately, he cast a challenging grin towards the opposition, eyes settling upon James. “Watch yourself, those haymakers on Saturday were looking sloppy.“ The announcement of Australian domination and the provocative meaning behind the statement earned an immature snicker from the fire starter. “I like a girl who isn’t afraid to take charge.“ And with that he turned his attention to the field and game that was about to begin.

[Lara] She listened to Xander's instruction, returned the nod of Charlie, and snickered at Jake's words that were quickly followed by their Professor's snarky set-back. Served him right. Cock bastard. So she and the Were were a team – James to join them, “Paint his wife white, and paint his town red, oui? I told you I have no lunch money for you, JamJam.” The lyrics, sounding all the more insensible on so refined a tongue, thick an accent and sweet a voice. Their enemy – Charlie, was given a nod in greeting. An enticing smirk had painting itself about Lara's decadently plush, Siren's lips, her body coming to a slight bend while hands brace themselves about her upper-thighs. She sent Mila a taunting look. “Come at me bro.” The terrorizing of Auron was ignored by her. Lara wasn't the sort to have a part in it – but she wouldn't come to the defense of a Fifth year who had infiltrated the sacred Methidius Cavern. Ever aware of their Professor's movements and words, she cast him a sidelong glance from striking orbs of Emerald. The game would begin in a moment. So, of course she hustled with her team. “What are we doing? I'm on the attack.” She'll be near the line-break for sure. She wanted Black's flag in her hands. Some other pansy could defend.

[Xander] Xander moved over to the different teams, taking back the markers once they had all marked themselves with their team's color. He tucked them into his pocket and tied the whistle around his palm tightly as he approached the nearest wall of the Coliseum. He crooked his finger at Blair and then looked up at the high wall. He flicked his wrists, fingers slightly curled and suddenly his fingers were decorated with long, sharp claws. Then he began scaling the wall. Once he was over the top his hands returned to normal and once Blair was in the stands somewhere, he lifted the whistle to his lips, issuing a long blast that signalled the start of the game. From this high vantage point he and Blair could patrol the edge of the Coliseum and spot any wrongdoing. Not to mention he would keep them from getting trampled. He was interested to see what the teams would do, how they'd play. Who would defend for each team? Would healer mages accompany the flag carriers to keep them constantly at their peak performance while also defending them? Would Faes try flying with the flag? He began walking his section of the wall while the mass exodus toward the opposite ends of the field, and the flags, began.

[Jake] The challenging remark and the anticipated feeling which emblazoned him would hastily deflate upon the professor’s remark. Quirking a brow in the direction of Xander, an irritated scowl brimming with indifferent dislike. How was he supposed to know they were on the same team? Period one and already the teachers were off the ball, vague comments without explanation. It was only afterwards, when the last few stragglers of the class had arrived, that Xander finally explained himself. Capture the flag? Now Jake was excited. Gathering with his team, like always his dominative behaviour took precedence, already attempting to take control of the team. Clad with an armband of red, marked appropriately so. Locked onto the opposing team, his targets defined in the form of the Australian seer and fellow British fire mage. Hazels directed at Mila, he called out to her, gruff masculine tone cutting through the chatter of his peers. “You’re mine princess.“ Two digits pointing at his watchful gaze, before being directed towards her. Issued challenges aside, Jake gathered his team together in a huddle. “Alright everyone, here is the plan. The best defence is an even better offence, charge and put down anyone who stands in your way.“ Bullheaded, he grinned maliciously, a perversion of his usual trademark, nodding in agreement with himself.

[Mila] Unlike the others, Mila had been a member of the small party that had left Methidius lab before the brawl and altercation between Walsh and Jake's crew. The reason being that it had been the whimsical Australian's idea to head out into the forest for a game of Shocktag wherein the players charged through a casted orb of energy, threw the ball up and whomever it landed on by mere chance, would be the hunter. The others, his sheep. Basically? Run around, scream, and try not to get shocked to holy-hell and therefore be made the hunter. It was fun, Chase had gone with her. It was for this reason she ignored the comments and tension between James, Charlie and Auron. Much like Lara, who was taunting her. “No, Princess, you're mine.” This comment, left of course in response to the bullheaded Jake. Unluckily for him, whilst in a shoulder-touching, knees bent hustle with the better, and much better colored black team, the femme had offered quickly “I'll defend.” She was swift and wily, well suited to attack but she had spent many of her underclass years (from Fourth year up), on the Dball defence. She knew how to play it. Whether or not her team had much to offer on their ideas, the team chat came to a quick end with Xander's blowing of the whistle. It begins. Limber legs carried herself in a quick sprint to the Black team's flag where she bounces and shifted in front of it, all too ready like a goal keeper to catch whatever they threw her way.

James` glanced to Lara, “I’m sure we can figure something else out.” A suggestive smirk coming across his face, followed by an amused grin at the reply from Charlie, “Still got the job done.” A quick huddle was assembled, Lara was into the offense, no surprise, and Jake was quick to follow her lead by suggesting an all out offensive, “I think Jake should take point and bulldoze as many players on the Black Team as possible leaving a clearer path for Lara to get through and reach the flag, I’ll be with Lara for the most part to defend and heal, also Jake as well if he hasn’t gone on a rampage. I think we should send some players after the Fae-Boy, his powers, however shitty, might become annoying or problematic if they break through our defensive line, if you can Jake quickly put him down if he is near enough for you to do so, same applies to you Lara, hell I’ll punch him in the nose if he comes near.” Moving back into position he’d hold his arm out as the whistle was blown letting Jake charge first for the first second, before putting his arm down and following Lara if she began to run. Breaking into a sprint to keep up he would watch and wait for the first incoming attack on Lara, time would tell if they’d follow his plan.

[Charlie] Unlike his boisterous counterpart whom signalled Mila and himself as targets, Charlie settled amongst the group allowing another to take the lead. During the course of the game, any intended plans would be ignored on his behalf, a loner, he’d manoeuvre through the field, blazing a trail of defeated students in his wake. There had been no target of his own choosing, opposing friends or unfamiliar peers alike would be playfully put down during his oncoming assault of the flag. With black armband wrapped around his arm, contrasting olive hues narrowed upon a familiar member of his team. None other than Auron, the Fae whom the weekend before he had issues with. Without much knowing the lad, he had assumed Auron was allied with the rest of the burnouts, Walsh and his goons no doubt still suffering from the beat down, Charlie, Jake and the others delivered. Much like the seer, he rolled his shoulders, with playful condescension he uttered towards the stretching lass. “Don’t be letting this trash get past you like you did in Dball last year, I actually want to win.“ A throwback to the championship game of the year last, Magnus claiming the victory and Charlie intended a repeat performance for their capture the flag bout.

[Johanna] ::: Jo is much more offensive than she is a defender. An attacker in every way, maybe her aggression and temper could serve her team well during this game of capture the flag. Everyone knows she had no qualms about playing dirty. Very dirty. Several times in the past, she had been on the cusp of verging on crossing the line on ‘none lethal’ attacks. Jo didn’t care though. Nope. The icy princess only charges forth, light and nimble, not as heavy as the boys but never less capable. A flurry of snow is conjured to obscure the vision of the charging players on the opponent team before pelting a number of snowballs to strike them. Where? It didn’t matter. Body, face, arms and legs? If you didn’t get out of the way, you’re going to be hit. Now, this is tame for Jo. She could have stabbed people in the face with icicles!::

[Lara] Her finely carved features scrunched in distaste, silence protest felt at Jake's resolutely offensive gameplan. Even so, she said nought – distracted, by the fliratiously suggestive words coming unexpected from the healer at her side. She had always thought the attractive Sixth year had interests in another, and so took his words in jest with a simple retort from herself, “Uh huh.” They could talk of this later. His next comments were met with a serious nod – inwardly liking the fact that the team had agreed with her self-placement of attacker and flag thief. Her speed wasn't quite so impressive as Mila's but she could easily take the Seer down, of this, Lara was certain. Still, her emerald orbs rolled heavenward and a sigh escaped those ruby-stained lips, “Ugh? Really, the boy is harmless.” She was no White-Knight, but she felt as though this feud and against the pretty boy Fifth year was getting a little overdone, and a little out of hand. When the whistle blew she was ready for it. The sound reverberated through the Siren's ears, adrenaline and concentration coursing through her leanly muscled form while her body sprung into action and leapt into a sprint. She was fast. James had best keep up with her. To the right she went, keeping herself far from those she considered her greatest threats on the field – Charlie for one. Crossing over the marked line at the center of the field, she shot her left hand out, the pink Zippo with Princess etched into one side brandished, flipped and forced to conjure flame. A tiny spark, a little flame. Already it was growing. Emerald orbs momentarily cast toward it and then the Mage was using her free hand as if in dance to guide, without touching, the orb of light to her other side. With the flicker of her fingertips she wielded it, the ball of pure flame growing in size until it was reminiscent to the form of a Soccer ball. This? She threw. “Kyah,” feet skidded some in her dash to the side, flame tossed to the left of her to ignite the grass on which they played. It was left there in minute defense, bringing a small wall of fire between those of the Black team, and the Red (her) side of the field. The Great Wall of Lara. As for the attack, she had weaved her way past a number of Black's defenders; Maya, though taller and fit, was given a surprising kick to the back of her knee, and brutal nudge in the ribs. Out of the way. Jed came for her, and though a moment of panic found the brunette she falsed to the left. He didn't falter. To the right, she pretended. He went for her. She went left, after all. Now nearing the desirable flag she found that it was only the Seer that stood in her way. “Burn, baby burn.” Uttered low and playfully, that Zippo brought up again.

Auron was not with the plan to take on the attack. He was not even up with the plan to play this stupid and barbaric game of their kind versus eachother in a testosterone and bitch fuel competition. He thought it was a sick show for those who liked to hurt and like to watch others get hurt. But damnit it all if he didn't want to win. After having a tango with death, he wanted SOMETHING to go right. To have a little pride in something. When the shistle blew, a swift arm action and a small hop took him out of sight, and off the ground. He arched his back, the soft flutter of his wings would sail him back at a very rapid rate, staying near Mila. When she set herself up as a goal keeper, he again casted a glamour, making it seem that she and the flag were about four feet forward and six feet to one side. If anyone were to run into the glamour, the entire side of the field that the black flag was on would blur, and an explosion of blinding light would trigger. A very simple fairy glamour trap. Usually used to hide the fairy goings on in the forest in days yore. Hiding their activities and blinding anyone who would happen upon their activities. It was fairy child play. The blinding was not permanent, but it would not be pleasent. If anyone did hit the wall, he would cover Mila's eyes with his hand for the blast. He would of course, have to drop his own glamour for this, but it would be only momentary.

[Jake] The headstrong tactic of “Charge!” had not went over well with the rest of he team. Stubborn insistence had settled the matter. The retort on his target’s behalf had been met with a broadened grin, riddled with mischievous intent. Game faces on, at the blow of a whistle and signal that the game had begun, he ran. Backed by his fellow team mates, athletic musculature stampeded across the expanse of field, covering the distance which separated him from his prize. Mila or the flag? Which was his true target, none could say for little words escaped him during his pursuit. The voices of both teams rang through the air, a cacophony of mangled voices, excitement evident in their competitive tones, bodies meeting upon the battlefield. A student of familiar face but name unknown had been knocked to the ground upon confronting Jake, a bash of his shoulder running through the male, the likes of which fell flat on his ass. Forgotten, Jake was an animal upon the field, any who had attempted to obstruct his path would find themselves effortlessly pushed aside. A focused target, some of the range fairing individuals singled him out amidst the crowd, pelted with snow, buffeted by gusts of air and even impeded by the workings of charms. None of this managed to hold the beast down, ducks and weaves with a boxer’s finesse, and acrobatic tumbles aided in the near unstoppable momentum he had built. Whilst he ran through the field, students had already breached the halfway line, Jake hoped that those whom disregarded his lack of defence could hold their own. With Lara’s eventual contact with the opponent’s flag, Jake couldn’t help the grin which broke through his determined, somewhat murderous façade. At a dash, with aided brawn, broad arms would wrap around the defending Seer, using encompassing weight to bring her to the ground in a roll, this time absent snow. Attempting to pin her to the ground he announced cockily. “Told ya, you’re mine.“

[Mila] Kris, an Elemental Water Mage had since doused The Great Wall of Lara which spanned the length of the field-breaking line, and defended the Red Team's base. As for the sable-headed Seer, she saw none of this. Her eye was on the metaphorical ball – Lara, who was sprinting into the fray like a regular Leroy Jenkins. Auron's assistance was noted, but she knew it would be futile. A Siren's Glamour and Lure was notably far greater a Bewitchment than a Fae's, being their speciality and with the girl before her both older and possibly one of the most dedicated and competitive students – Mila knew better than to think this would fool her, or slow her for long. Seeing little of Johanna's attacks, or Jed's progress into the Red Team's area, she had no idea just how close the game was. They were at least half-an-hour in by this point, and Jed had progressed well enough that he was approaching the flag. He was in their house! He lived there! BASE RACE! Lara came for her, and threw fire. The Seer sent a wave of energy the girl's way, a shove of sorts no greater force than had she pushed her physically only, this allowed Mila to keep by her base. With all sorts of pandemonium and havoc, it was any wonder there was enough a droop in concentration or perhaps, a good enough estimation and guess on Jake's part, he managed to penetrate their base. He leapt for her, and warding off the oncoming barrage of both Lara and James there was little the Seer could do except attempting to dart away at the last moment. It was because she was so reflexive and swift that she almost out of harm's way. Still, even skilled as she was, this was a hit that couldn't be evaded. “Ah!” She went down. To the ground she fell in a roll, one that sent her sable-locks afly and mussed her good and ready. “You wish, Connolly.” If this was Dball she would be mad. But this was just a half-arsed game of Capture the Flag, and though she struggled and squirmed and pressed dainty hands to his chest in an attempt to shove him from her, there was a smile at her lips. An infectious, winning smile accompanied by a false cry of outrage. “You'recrushingmeyoufattuboflard.” And even if Lara and James made off with her flag, Jes had the red teams flag was sprinting this way. BASE RACE!

[Johanna] ::: Eyes fall on Jake and Mila. Her attacks had been aimed at the male, of course. He had shook them off like water off a duck’s back. It wasn’t enough to take him down. So time up the ante? Focus is given towards him. The light sprinkling of moisture in the air would be more enough for her to shower a waterfall over the boy. A smirk crosses her face. No doubt Mila would have gotten soaked too in her attack. Just to add insult to injury to Jake. She pelts another snowball onto the back of his head in attempt to garner his attention. Should it be afforded towards her then Jo would only grin at him with a wink and flutter dainty fingers at him mockingly. She never stays still for long though, diving and rolling out of the way as an opponent from the opposite team makes a tackle for her.::

James` sprinted forward when the moment was right, matching his pace to Lara’s but stay slightly back so that she could freely cast and go on the offensive in front of her. James had the job of protect her flanks and behind, his gaze flicking from one side to the other making sure that any oncoming attacks would be stopped. Not far into the charge he saw snowballs ahead where Jake had charged, he seemed to be the main focus for the defense which was exactly what was wanted. Some of snowballs flying past Jake had nearly hit Lara and himself, a quick arm thirsted out as a barrier was casted, small and square like an odd looking shield but would cover Lara’s left side where he was now running, cracks of snowballs sounded out as they shattered on the barrier. Though only a couple, the barrier was dropped again, with a quick glance back he watched as Lara launched a large ball of flame that burst out into a wall of inferno. Moving slightly back again he followed Lara’s movements for the most part, sticking an elbow out or a shoulder barge the players she weaved, knocking them down as they ran past, stumbling at one point, fucker was bigger then he could anticipate at the time, none the less they charged on. Lara strafed to one side then to another, this action slowed the pace right down as Jed tried to keep up but was ultimately passed by Lara and now running at James, “Oh shi-” Jed used his forward momentum to target him, and another gamble was given as he leapt to the left side a quick roll back onto his feet. Sprinting harder now to catch up to Lara he looked at the gap between them and the flag, namely Lara and the flag as she was further ahead. Eyes fixing on the Black Flag, Mila and Auron, but something changed at the blink of an eye, Mila was further forward, his mind began to race, “Did I blink or…” Suddenly it clicked and like one does when almost running into a spider web he pulled up noticing it just before getting caught, “Lara!! To the right!” Being a Siren he figured she probably already knew that glamour was set up, but it was the heat of the moment and his instincts took over. James pivoted to the left as Jake came charging in taking down Mila and now leaving an exposed flag and Fae-Boy. He knew they should have taken Auron down at the start, the little was trouble, he was a tricky fae after all. Moving around the glamour James sprinted forward from the left his target was Auron, he needed Lara to get away with the flag. As he neared he would suddenly picked up speed to deliver a hard clothesline hit, arm stretched out to catch Auron by the chest, neck or head and keep him from swerving.If successful well, the fae may go down for the count in which case James would turn and begin to sprint after her again, “Go Lara! Move that sexy ass!” BASE RUNNNNNNSSSS

[Lara] Captain James saves the day! With no barrage of snow to slow her, Lara proceeded from the left flank with nought in her way of victory! Quite the team, Jake, if for selfish reasons took care of the pesky little obstacle that was the Seer on defence. As for the illusion created by the Fae above, she had sensed a Glamour – being that she was both Siren, more experienced and most practised when it came to her arts and those, of her sister races. Numerous in number, for she was dually Gifted. To the right. At James' warning and instruction, the belle was nimble on her feet and quick to alter her course, thusly actually intercepted the heart of Black's base and snagging the coveted flag with a decadent smirk of triumph toying at her lips. Mila was down and out for the count. Move that sexy ass. Lara through her head back in a cascade of chocolate, letting out a melodic, endearing cry of victorious laughter and indeed kept that sexy ass moving. Early morning training with Xander had certainly done right for the girl because she was certainly swifter than she'd once been. With her eyes narrowed with concentration now, weaving in and out of her opponents was like breathing, that flag clutched tightly in her Red marked hand. Over the line. Not much further. Jed had similarly crossed already, and was finding his way back to Black but, he was intercepted by a sneakily outstretched leg of, unexpectedly enough, Brigitte Fox. Tripped up, he stumbled. It was all the time Lara needed. In one last burst of strength, she forced herself into greater momentum and crossed the 'finish line' with ragged breaths. The Flag. Was brought. To her flag. BASE RUN SUCCESSFUL! VICTORY Red team wins. With the swell of her bust straining the overly fitted navy shirt with each, laboured breath, she certainly exhausted. It had been a long game, the period near to over. But they had won. “Yeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!”

[Jake] The wolf’s stampede through the oncoming bodies of the opposing team had been successful. Little had hindered his tunnel vision of their target. Wolfish grin sculpted into a vicious snarl when met with an assault, usually hazel hued stare transformed into orbs of illuminated gold. Animalistic features softened in the wake of the Seer, wicked intent ruling his chiselled expression. Toppling the dainty lass over, masculine form towering over her short stature. Classic Jake, taking advantage of a girl on her back. Hands struggled against his broad pectorals, grabbing each hand by the wrists, digits encompassing her wrists, he forced each hand to the ground, pinning her in place. Jake had done his duty, a distraction, the battering ram found a chink in their armour and pried it open, Lara with graceful steps had snagged the flag, all that remained were the trip over the bodies of hurt students the Were left in his destructive path. Grinning down at the now struggling Mila, words caught in his throat before an explosive outburst of. “Ohshitthatscold“ Drenched by the waterfall which beat down upon his back, failing to act as shield for the just as wet Mila . The barrage of snowballs had garnered his attention, rolling from the Seer, eyes set upon his aggressor. It was then, looking around, that he saw his team had taken part in celebration without him. “We won? I mean, we won, suck it.“ He cheered, a hand offered to Mila, if reached for he quickly pulled away, smirking mischievously. At a run he joined the rest of his team, clasping arms with James, highfives given all round and ruffling the brunette locks of their little flag carrier, Lara.

Auron would have reached out further, hexed the pole of their flag itself, and given Lara a shock to remember, but as he held out his hand to cast the Hex, he found himself just... unable to do it. He lowered his hand, and watched her run. It would have been cruel. And he would not be turned into some magic throwing ass clown for some stupid game. He was glad it was over. The small bit of pride he did have was not happy that his side had lost, but he did the best he could. He moved over to where Mila had been downed, and then left downed, and wet, and he would reach down his hand to help her up. Then a wave would warm and dry her, though he was no hair stylist. She was on her own with that. He looked on with his two toned eyes at the childish hooting of the other team, winning. Though he supposed if it had been the other way, his team would have done the same, not that he would have been included in his side's celebration as it was.

James` clasps arms with Jake, and gives a few highfives before slapping Lara's ass, "Nice moves." (e)

[Mila] She fought against the rough and tumble of Jake's relentless attack, his overbearing weight far too immovable for her small stature and so, she was easily pinioned to the field. It wasn't until the onslaught of Johanna's attack chilled them both to the bone, pulling a scream from cherry-stained lips, that he crawled from atop her. Defeated. Both personally, and as a team. This didn't sit well with Mila, but she was never a poor loser and so when offered a hand, easily fell for the Were's taunt. Luckily for her, Auron had thought to help up his team mate. “Thanks, Aur'.” A social little thing, the well-liked and down-to-Earth Mila knew the entirety of the Sixth form, and most of the Fifth and Fourth. Notably, everyone in Crux (even the youngin's). That said, she couldn't recall ever having a proper conversation with the Fae. “You played well. We'll win, next time.” Though, she wasn't sure Xander would offer another game with the Fifth year class – it had all been done as a ways to ease Blair's first Physical Education instruction. She wouldn't need assistance, next time. Warmed and dried, her sleek sable locks didn't frizz or curl like most others would. It remained fairly straight, loose, and insensibly long.
[Beau] Hands balanced on his knees, Beau wore a toothy grin as he eyed his teammate’s blatant and shameless expression of utter victory. Screams, shouts, and slaps on the ass were abound in excess of all those sporting scarlet arm bands. Taking a moment to catch his breath, he extended a hand to a downed player and hoisted them to their feet with a quick tug, nodding and appreciating the pat on the back and the sportsmanlike ‘Good game’ that was muttered. Shuffling a bit and wiping the wet dark locks that smeared across his forehead thanks to snowballs or sweat, Beau soon found himself reaching down to rub at the slightly scaly part of his calf that he couldn’t seem to will away at the moment. Unusual for the Mer, he gave it a few scratches after the fact and trotted a bit to catch the tail end of his celebrating team. As words and gestures continued to be exchanged, he subtly weaved around, and moved to claim the winning flag should it be left unattended. Saved for a later date and for safe keepings. It wouldn’t be missed, right? No big deal. Hoping it wouldn’t be magically reclaimed somehow, he stuffed the piece of fabric in the pocket of his running shorts, and strode along. Idly fidgeting with the bright red textile swatch, Beau would linger about the field, enjoying the refreshing sensation of endorphins that circulated. The adrenaline, the excitement, the energy. Social interaction wasn’t his thing, but sports, and activity that didn’t necessarily involve chatter, or require him to utilize his aethers, he excelled. Still not quite ready to head inside, he’d steadily inhale whilst leisurely debating how to spend his free period. ||

Auron was stronger than he looked. Wiry muscle helped haul the girl up, but it hurt a few moments later, in his ribs and shoulder. He swallowed the pain and tried not to let it show with a slow inhale and exhale. Though he started when she said his name, even more so, a nickname. He nodded, "Sure, next time..." He said, not believing it for a bit. Surely no team with him on it would win, especially with himself still on the mend. He took in a breath, wincing at the strain, and exhaled, and turned to head for the edge of the field and the locker-room. As he moved towards the small tunnel towards the locker room, he saw a figure looming there. His entire body filled with dread at the familiar shape of Walsh. The air could have been made of water and it would not have been as thick and the dread the suddenly surrounded the fairy boy. He swallowed, looking over his shoulder at the people who celebrated and conversed. Well, it would have been nice to win a game before being mauled to death by the large shifter jock. But he was never a lucky person. He moved to his fate. Walsh seemed both angry and stand-offish. "Walsh...I uh-HIC" The small fae was snatched up, painfully by the shoulders and pinned to the shaded area under the stands. "What did you tell them!" Walsh immediately demanded, rage and fear in his eyes burned into Auron. "I din'ne sey anything. Gah... Walsh! I did not SEY ANYTHING!" He said in hushed yells of pain and he slid down as Walsh released him, his rump hitting the ground and he held his shoulder, wincing. "Good..." Walsh said, moving to leave him there. Auron breathed out a shuttered breath, and thought it was over till Walsh was right back in his face, pointing and holding the collar of his gym attire, listing all the things he would do to him if Auron ever said anything about St. Patty's day.

[Johanna] ::: The humiliation of lose strikes Jo hard and she kicks the ground, muttering angrily under her breath. The opposing team is given a harsh glare. Their rowdy celebration of victory doesn’t strike well with the blonde and she’d rain on their parade. Quite literally. The manipulation of water forces a waterfall over the team in a mimic of the attack earlier sent towards Jake before she stomps off back towards the girls changing rooms.::

[{Alice}] leaned into the low wall at the entrance. She soon found herself on her butt in the grass, straining to pull her knees into her chest. How exhausting. True she was nimble, graceful, but Alice was not the type run about with such determination unless a danger was at her heels and Charlie and Auron didnt count. There was a stinging present in her skin and she turned her arm over to find a nasty cut up her forearm. She closed her eyes and hummed softly as the skin closed tight and she then wiped away the dirt and blood. Opening her eyes she came to notice a good bit of the teams had cleared out, but not Beau. She offered him a weak and forced smile, but it was pleasent none the less. Most of her team was off shouting, cheering and celebrating, but she mostly just wanted to catch her breath. Her thighs were dirty, skin exposed from the gym shorts. Mud caked her tank top from hitting the ground far to hard after a tackle. Healers, you use them and then let them get pummeled. Finally she stood and dusted off her butt. She would need a shower now. Alice looked out to her team seperating to the changing rooms and then back to Beau. Good game.., she said softly in attempt at sportmanship. They had won. She should be happy.-e-

[Johanna] ::: Distraction had been afforded in the shape of Fae boy and the jock accosting him. Jo stops in her tracks, a brow quirking as she watches the altercation. Walsh had just started to walk away, only to become a victim of one of Jo’s snowy assaults. A snowball pelts him in the back of the head. “Oi, Walsh. Do you ever pick on somebody your own size instead of that little titch?” Jo calls out after him as arms come to fold across her chest.::

[Beau] Apparently not the only one opting to take his time and let the crowd migrate as they would, Beau’s gaze naturally fell on one of the few bodies still hanging about. The weak smile was met with an equally vague twitch of his lips, and tip of his head skywards. She looked quite a bit run down, and he didn’t exactly remember seeing her getting knocked on her ass hard, she must have to have that much mud and grass staining both her clothing and her skin. Odd too, for a healer was usually – at least gaming wise – was the squishier of the bunch and was meant to be protected, no? With a swivel of his head this way and that, Beau meandered sort of in her direction with the intent to help her to her feet as well, however she’d stood on her own well before he’d reached her but he was afforded another dose of ‘Good Game’. “Thanks.” He murmured, their conversation a little off set with the competing levels of shy or soft spokenness. Fingers rubbed at the back of his neck habitually – a general nervous gesture as he began to speak. “Looks like you took quite a beati”—Distracted by the sudden flash of white that whipped across his vision, he followed it with a bit of a delay, catching the start of a reaction from the victim now named as Walsh. Cerulean optics flicked quickly from Johanna to the hulking jock, then to Alice with a blink or two. Clearing his throat a bit, he took a semi reluctant few steps in the gap that separated them as his eyes now fell on the hoisted form of Auron. “..H-Hey guys, it was just a game, yeah? Take it easy..” Clearly, he had misinterpreted the cause for the conflict, but as his footfalls lead him closer to the tangled pair of males, he did his best with Lara’s tutelage to use his Siren’s Lure to calm, not entice. Scattered at first, he'd hold his hands of in a non threatening defensive nature letting the lure seep into the air as if from his fingertips. ||