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Who: Clint Barton
Where: Great Hall, Hogwarts
When: Janurary 2013.
Format: Either.
Open/Closed: Open.

[A notice will be posted on all Common Room noticeboards, as well as the main castle board in the Entrance Hall. It reads as such:]

WIZARD DUEL CLUB

For those who wish to learn the art of wizard duelling, the Duel club will be every Monday, Tuesday, Friday at 19:00 and every Sunday at 11:00 with Mr. Barton in the Great Hall.

Only Second-year students and above can participate, but anyone can watch and participate.

WANTED

Any staff/higher level students for demonstration purposes/tutoring.

((OOC: The first lesson thread will be going up in here. :3 Feel free to pick an opponent and duke it out! Or just hang around and watch.))

Comments

[perfectlaw]

[This is von Karma. This is von Karma standing to the side, watching the activities. He's just about everywhere, lately, isn't he?

Either way, he's not chiming in, just staring intently at the teacher between duels. Why exactly is he here?? Who knows. He's von Karma.]

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[And, eventually, Clint can't help but feel bugged by the fact that von Karma is staring at him.

So, this is Barton coming over.]

Professor von Karma. Nice to see you. Can I help?

[Perfect and utter politeness to the head of the Slytherins.]

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Yes. [Of course you can. Why else would he be here?]

Dueling is the sport of gentlemen. I am, of course, a gentleman. I believe it would benefit everyone if we were to demonstrate what a dueler of my experience and... yours... could do to each other.

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[ :|

In response to all that, he shifts slightly, smiling politely.]

Of course, Professor. If you'd like to step up onto the stage, then?

[He's even putting on his best gentlemanly tones. Mocking? Maybe. Maybe not. Who knows?

Either way, shit be goin' down.]

[perfectlaw]

[von Karma silently steps onto the stage, a grin curling onto his face as he stares at Barton, clearly in his element. It's rare he gets to take his buried anger out on, well, anyone, and a duel is the perfect outlet.

He draws his wand from his pocket, tapping it gently with his index finger, and crosses his arms in front of him]

I hope you're as skilled with a wand as with a bow, if I hear about your archery obsession correctly, Barton.

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[And Clint draws his wand from a small sheath at his belt with a gentle flick, raising it in front of him.]

I wouldn't have held my position here quite as long if I weren't, professor.

[He's grinning, too. He has a few tricks up his sleeves for people like von Karma.]

First to submission, or unconciousness? [He says as he raises his wand to the standard position before bowing to his opponent.]

[perfectlaw]

Submission. [An equivalent bow, though much stiffer.] Though you'll find the result may be the same, dueling me.

You may have the first spell. Don't disappoint me.

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Okay, then.

[Turning, walking ten paces to his spot and raising his wand, waiting for von Karma to get into position.]

Alarte Ascendare!

[A shockwave bursts from Clint's wand, zooming straight for von Karma. If it hits, the Slytherin head of house should be knocked straight into the air.]

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Protego.

[The reason to give your opponent the first move, of course, is so that you can block and counter instead of giving your opponent time to guard. Manfred's booming incantation dissipates the spell, and he immediately points his wand to cast his own-]

Anteoculatia!

[the Antler Hex, of all things, a coursing red light flying towards the other wizard. If it hits, well, hope that Clint likes having moose antlers for a while.]

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[And that's why Clint went with Alarte Ascendare. No-one expects a charm like that to work.

And the Antler hex... Nope. No thanks. Clint points his wand upwards.]

Ascendio! [The spell causes Barton to rise up a foot or so off the ground. He then points his wand back at von Karma, still in the air.]

Melofors! [And an orange bolt is shot for his head. If it hits... Well, I hope you like the taste of pumpkin.]

[perfectlaw]

[Time for an interesting counter. No use doing the normal things. He points his wand at the ground behind him and falls backwards, incanting as he falls-

Spongify!

[True to the name of the charm, the ground immediately becomes springy rubber as von Karma hits it, the bolt flying overhead as he springs back into a standing position from the bounciness of the ground. A few steps forward, and-]

Expelliarmus! Depulso!

[A flick and a sweep of his wand, and twin bolts of magic fly at Barton, one to Disarm him, and the other to Banish him to across the room. Preferably into a wall, but von Karma's not picky where he goes flying to.]

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[Clint manages to duck the disarming charm, but the banishing charm hits him square in the chest. He quickly points his wand at himself.]

Impedimenta!!

[And he stops... Right before he hits the wall. He's still grinning as he casts the next spells, aiming to bring himself back onto the stage.]

Relashio! Snufflifors!

[The purple revulsion jinx, aiming to disarm von Karma and the pink Mouse Transfiguration spell blast forth.]

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Refl-- Ghh!

[His incantation is slightly too slow, and his wand flies out of his hand into the air. He manages to just barely move out of the way of the mouse spell, though, reaching into the air and shouting-]

Accio wand!

[Wandless magic is difficult, of course, but for someone as skilled as von Karma- and a spell so easy- it's trivial, and the wand returns to his hand before even hitting the ground. He pants a bit, having to catch his breath from his momentary physical activity, and grins slightly]

Not as bad as I presumed. But let's get started for real, now, shall we? Avis Maxima.

[A harmless little Transfiguration, conjuring birds from thin air. Why would he be making a flock of colorful birds? Even if it's about ten birds? Because of this-]

Oppugno!

[His wand pointed at Clint, a flash of gray bursts from said wand, the birds flocking around it before flying in a rush towards his opponent, each and every one of them dedicated to attacking him]

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I was about to say the same thing.

[Clint touches down, eyes widening as the birds suddenly rush towards him. He brings his wand up, suffering a fair few pecks, grunting as the birds attack.]

Impedimenta!

[Same as before, only this time the birds stop. There's some vicious-looking cuts on his hands and neck. Playing rough, eh? Two can do that.]

Tentaclifors! Titillando! Periculum!!

[Red and purple blasts for the Tickling Hex and the Red Firework spell, a shockwave for Tentaclifors.

And, in the confusion, can't forget Manfred's feathered friends.]

Reducto!

[inseine]

[At about this time, a tall, imposing fellow appeared at the side of the main stage, allowing the dueling pair a wide enough berth to safely cast their spells. He stands to the side like a silent statue, back militantly straight, and gazes at the exchange without... seeing.

In fact, he wears an incredibly unimpressed and distant expression on his face, his stare focused with some semblance of attention stubbornly into the middle distance. He wears a haughty curl on his lip, halfway between a grimace and a knowing smirk.

Carry on, you two. Don't mind your observer.]

/spawns a new thread.

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[And David's going to walk up and stand beside you. He's interested, okay.]

This looks interesting.

[inseine]

It's a cockfight.

[Javert's pupils shrink and contract to a less-than-saucer size and shape, and he rewards David with the glance of a man who has just awoken for the day. He tilts his head skeptically.]

I suppose it is a diversion. A lengthy one.

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I thought Mr. Barton was likened to a hawk?

[He folds his arms, looking back to the stage.]

What's the story behind that, anyway?

[inseine]

Students and their nicknames! [Vague gesture.] Hawkeye, so I have heard. For his sharp-shooting. Fitting nickname, whoever-came-up-with-it.

[Hell, who knows? Maybe he was one to apply the name to Clint first. Javert is quite fond of referring to people with improper names.

Javert pauses and calmly steps aside. A spell whizzes past him moments later. He palms his chin pensively and regards the resulting puff of smoke blandly.]

There have been whispers of sight enhancements. Or enchantments. I don't buy them, but he is skilled in his area. Consistent shot, and he casts long.

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I can see why he'd get that nickname.

[Webb glances back to Javert.]

If you were a betting man, professor... [He trails off, smiling lightly. Does it need to be said.]

gotta interject. sorry. ignore him.

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[Archer chokes on his scotch.]

Phrasing.

Never.

[inseine]

Oh, don't have a fit, Archer. I intend what I say.

[enrampagement]

[Yeah, he wasn't expecting that response. Usually people just ignore him when he calls them on their innuendos.]

Well...good, [he bluffs.] 'Cause wands. They're pretty...phallic or whatever.

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[But Manfred isn't where he was standing before, and the spells whiz through open air. The birds shrink away, to reveal that von Karma is simply standing about ten feet to the left of where he was before, his wand pointing right at Barton, and-]

Petrificus Totalus! Ventus! Flipendo!

[Three spells of his own are fired off in quick succession- a paralysis spell, of course, followed by a huge gust of wind and a bolt of the Knockback Jinx]

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Protego!!

[The spells harmlessly crash against Barton's shield spell, the Knockback jinx still shoving him back slightly, as it hits as the spell fades...

...Either way, he raises his wand to his cheek, almost as if it was the haft of an arrow and aims...

An arrow bursts from the tip of his wand, followed by a succession of others. The Arrow-Conjouring spell, banned from official Quidditch matches because of the threat of injury.

The arrows are aiming to disorient von Karma, not hit him, aimed to be close enough to rip clothing, but not skin.]