06-30-2018, 09:41 PM
Luna’s scream was choked off as the strands of Force Lightning penetrated her body. She hovered a few inches off the the grounds, her skeleton momentarily visible as Hermione’s lightning coursed through her veins. Luna’s body shook for what seemed like an eternity, and then the lightning was off, and she crumpled to her knees, smoldering. Her wands fell in the dirt beside her.
Hermione floated eerily up from the pit, the tips of her buckled shoes scraping against the dirt, causing little clouds of dust to rise around her pristine knee-high socks, the red blade on her wandsaber glowing brightly in her hand.
Luna scrambled backwards, but Hermione beckoned with a finger and an invisible hand seemed to drag Luna back by the ankle.
Hermione raised her wandsaber over her head in a stabbing motion, and Luna held out an open palm and pushed Hermione with an invisible Force, launching the Dark Witch backwards through the air.
The Jedi Knight grabbed her wandsabers and fled into the bamboo forest.
Luna ran, hopping from tree to tree until the tangled green became a blur.
Hermione’s mocking laughter echoed around Luna.
“Fly, my pretties!” Hermiones voice said in an overdramatic cackle.
Luna heard the sounds of shrieking baboons, and pushed herself to run harder, every step sending a throbbing pain through her leg.
The flying monkeys began to catch up to her.
“Stupefy!” she gasped, throwing the jinx wildly over her shoulder at where the thought one of the monkeys was.
She missed, and it came swooping down on her, it’s hideous jaws poised to strike. Luna decapitated the beast with one clean blow from her wandsaber, and its body turned to ash.
Luna kept running.
The monkeys grew closer as Luna broke through the woods and onto the edge of a pristine spring. She started running across the surface of the spring, not even breaking stride as her bare feet went from a solid surface to a liquid surface. She had barely gotten a dozen paces out when she was tackled by a pair of flying monkeys.
They clawed and bit as they dragged Luna down into the shallow spring, trying to drown her.
Luna’s wandsabers whirred as she burst from the lake, spinning her blades around her and turning the monkeys to ash. She waded through the spring, but the monkeys had done their job, and slowed her down enough for Hermione to catch up.
The Dark Witch charged screaming across the surface of the water, and Luna charged to meet her.
The witches danced on the surface of the water, each one having to keep moving quickly or else sink into the lake. They circled each other too quickly to see, each stepping to the left. Their wandsabers clashed again and again, spitting sparks of plasma that sizzled into the water. They connected with kicks and fists and headbutts and saber slashes, neither speaking nor trying to cast spells in the lightning fast battle.
Hermione slashed, and Luna caught Hermione’s blade between her own two blades, and the witches began to spin faster and faster, until a jolt of Force sent them both careening backwards to opposite sides of the spring.
Bleeding, burnt, exhausted, the witches started to circle around the water.
“Loony loony Lovegood,” Hermione sung, a cruel grin on her face. “I’ve been waiting for this for years, ever since I first heard you prattling on about nargles. Your infantile idealism makes me sick. There is no good without order. There is no order without war. There is no war without power. There is no power without the Dark Side. You have power Luna; I’ve no doubt my master’s would want me to bring you in, to be broken and molded into a warrior of good. But here I’ve got my heart set on your pretty little neck.”
“Nargles are real!” the Jedi roared from across the lake. She whirled her wand, watching the Dark Witch across the water do the same.
“Incendio!” Luna cried as she conjured a plume of flame from her wand.
“Oppungo!” Hermione said cleverly, swishing and flicking her wand at the spring.
A wall of water rose up an engulfed the flame, sending a cloud of mist around the gentle glade.
Hermione’s eyes narrowed, and then Luna came charging through the mist, her cyan wandsabers whirling wildly.
Hermione backpedalled furiously, barely able to summon her wandsaber blade in time to block Luna’s first slash.
Hermione grimaces as she is pushed backwards step by step back into the bamboo. With a grunt of frustration Hermione tried to Force Push Luna, but Luna pushed as well, and the witches flew backwards several yards, each landing on their feet.
Hermione’s eyes turned pitch black and she raised her wand.
Luna sighed, summoned her cyan wandsaber blades, and charged.
Hermione whipped her wand in complex patterns, and still Luna charged.
Sparks of Fiendfyre began to crackle in the air, and still Luna charged.
The Fiendfyre began to coalesce into the head of a snake, and still Luna charged.
The snake reared back to strike, and Luna flew past Hermione to land in a crouch behind her, her saber blades still humming.
Hermione’s spell faltered. She looked confused.
Hermione’s head fell from her shoulders, and the Dark Witch's corpse slumped over.
Hermione floated eerily up from the pit, the tips of her buckled shoes scraping against the dirt, causing little clouds of dust to rise around her pristine knee-high socks, the red blade on her wandsaber glowing brightly in her hand.
Luna scrambled backwards, but Hermione beckoned with a finger and an invisible hand seemed to drag Luna back by the ankle.
Hermione raised her wandsaber over her head in a stabbing motion, and Luna held out an open palm and pushed Hermione with an invisible Force, launching the Dark Witch backwards through the air.
The Jedi Knight grabbed her wandsabers and fled into the bamboo forest.
Luna ran, hopping from tree to tree until the tangled green became a blur.
Hermione’s mocking laughter echoed around Luna.
“Fly, my pretties!” Hermiones voice said in an overdramatic cackle.
Luna heard the sounds of shrieking baboons, and pushed herself to run harder, every step sending a throbbing pain through her leg.
The flying monkeys began to catch up to her.
“Stupefy!” she gasped, throwing the jinx wildly over her shoulder at where the thought one of the monkeys was.
She missed, and it came swooping down on her, it’s hideous jaws poised to strike. Luna decapitated the beast with one clean blow from her wandsaber, and its body turned to ash.
Luna kept running.
The monkeys grew closer as Luna broke through the woods and onto the edge of a pristine spring. She started running across the surface of the spring, not even breaking stride as her bare feet went from a solid surface to a liquid surface. She had barely gotten a dozen paces out when she was tackled by a pair of flying monkeys.
They clawed and bit as they dragged Luna down into the shallow spring, trying to drown her.
Luna’s wandsabers whirred as she burst from the lake, spinning her blades around her and turning the monkeys to ash. She waded through the spring, but the monkeys had done their job, and slowed her down enough for Hermione to catch up.
The Dark Witch charged screaming across the surface of the water, and Luna charged to meet her.
The witches danced on the surface of the water, each one having to keep moving quickly or else sink into the lake. They circled each other too quickly to see, each stepping to the left. Their wandsabers clashed again and again, spitting sparks of plasma that sizzled into the water. They connected with kicks and fists and headbutts and saber slashes, neither speaking nor trying to cast spells in the lightning fast battle.
Hermione slashed, and Luna caught Hermione’s blade between her own two blades, and the witches began to spin faster and faster, until a jolt of Force sent them both careening backwards to opposite sides of the spring.
Bleeding, burnt, exhausted, the witches started to circle around the water.
“Loony loony Lovegood,” Hermione sung, a cruel grin on her face. “I’ve been waiting for this for years, ever since I first heard you prattling on about nargles. Your infantile idealism makes me sick. There is no good without order. There is no order without war. There is no war without power. There is no power without the Dark Side. You have power Luna; I’ve no doubt my master’s would want me to bring you in, to be broken and molded into a warrior of good. But here I’ve got my heart set on your pretty little neck.”
“Nargles are real!” the Jedi roared from across the lake. She whirled her wand, watching the Dark Witch across the water do the same.
“Incendio!” Luna cried as she conjured a plume of flame from her wand.
“Oppungo!” Hermione said cleverly, swishing and flicking her wand at the spring.
A wall of water rose up an engulfed the flame, sending a cloud of mist around the gentle glade.
Hermione’s eyes narrowed, and then Luna came charging through the mist, her cyan wandsabers whirling wildly.
Hermione backpedalled furiously, barely able to summon her wandsaber blade in time to block Luna’s first slash.
Hermione grimaces as she is pushed backwards step by step back into the bamboo. With a grunt of frustration Hermione tried to Force Push Luna, but Luna pushed as well, and the witches flew backwards several yards, each landing on their feet.
Hermione’s eyes turned pitch black and she raised her wand.
Luna sighed, summoned her cyan wandsaber blades, and charged.
Hermione whipped her wand in complex patterns, and still Luna charged.
Sparks of Fiendfyre began to crackle in the air, and still Luna charged.
The Fiendfyre began to coalesce into the head of a snake, and still Luna charged.
The snake reared back to strike, and Luna flew past Hermione to land in a crouch behind her, her saber blades still humming.
Hermione’s spell faltered. She looked confused.
Hermione’s head fell from her shoulders, and the Dark Witch's corpse slumped over.