06-24-2018, 05:26 PM
Time seemed to slow. The bamboo leaves seemed suspended in mid air.
Hermione Granger dropped down into a crouch, her wandsaber humming gently as she raises it above her shoulder, casting a dark red glow across her mousy face and illuminating her cruel smile in the shadow of her hair. Her hardly-buttoned blouse and anime-length skirt fluttered in the wind, and she dug her back foot into the ground.
Across the clearing, Luna has dropped into a fighting as well. A single leg extended forward, with her back leg ending in a crouch. In either hand she wielded a wand, delicately and expertly. She twirled the ends of her wands, and the silk belt on her kimono tightened.
Hermione charged.
Bamboos leaves in midair turned to ash as Hermione’s saber blade ripped through them. She ran wildly, a manic grin on her face, her weapon held loosely at her side.
Luna fired.
“Stupefy!” Luna cried again and again, as bolt after bolt of red light exploded from the tips of her wands like fireworks.
Hermione just let out a twisted kind of giggle and brought her saber up, smacking away each bolt of light as she closed in closer and closer.
Then Hermione slashed her saber and sent a bolt rocketing back towards the sender.
Luna gasped and leaned backwards, avoiding the hex, but leaving herself open.
Hermione leapt into the air and brought her wandsaber downward in a two-hand slash.
Sparks flew.
Luna kneeled before Hermione. In the Jedi’s hands, her two wands sprouted sabers of pure cyan light. They crisscrossed in front of her, catching Hermione’s red wandsaber between them. Bits of plasma dripped and crackled where they touched.
The women glared at each other behind the weapons, their wandsabers creating flickering colors that danced across their faces.
“You’re on the wrong side of history, Luna,” Hermione hissed. She forced her red saber down, slowly, struggling against the Jedi Knight.
Luna squeaked on one knee, pushing futilely. “That’s what they’ve always said,” the Jedi replied.
Luna spread her sabers and rolled left just as Hermione’s weapon came down in a sweeping arc. The Jedi screamed as the saber burnt a long, cauterized gash into her arm, but is back on her feet again in the blink of an eye, her wands pointed at Hermione.
The Dark Witch wears a smirk. A ridiculous schoolgirl outfit, and a smirk.
Luna backflips from her crouch, flying backwards twenty feet above the ground, heading for the bamboo trees. As she completed her flip, she saw Hermione rocketing towards her, red wandsaber blade prepared to slash.
Luna barely has time to raise her wands in front of her and yell “Protego!” before Hermione’s saber slammed into her invisible shield.
The shield shattered, and Luna was thrown backwards into the Tangled Green.
Hermione hopped, bouncing from bamboo tree to bamboo tree, until she reached the top.
Luna Lovegood stood atop a single leaf on the tip top of a swaying bamboo tree, twenty feet away, her twin cyan wandsaber blades glowing.
Hermione laughed Darkly and whipped her red wandsaber through the air expertly.
“This won’t end well for you, Luna,” Hermione teased. “I think all that bleach has gone to your head. I’ll enjoy removing it from your neck.”
The witches leaped into the air.
Hermione Granger dropped down into a crouch, her wandsaber humming gently as she raises it above her shoulder, casting a dark red glow across her mousy face and illuminating her cruel smile in the shadow of her hair. Her hardly-buttoned blouse and anime-length skirt fluttered in the wind, and she dug her back foot into the ground.
Across the clearing, Luna has dropped into a fighting as well. A single leg extended forward, with her back leg ending in a crouch. In either hand she wielded a wand, delicately and expertly. She twirled the ends of her wands, and the silk belt on her kimono tightened.
Hermione charged.
Bamboos leaves in midair turned to ash as Hermione’s saber blade ripped through them. She ran wildly, a manic grin on her face, her weapon held loosely at her side.
Luna fired.
“Stupefy!” Luna cried again and again, as bolt after bolt of red light exploded from the tips of her wands like fireworks.
Hermione just let out a twisted kind of giggle and brought her saber up, smacking away each bolt of light as she closed in closer and closer.
Then Hermione slashed her saber and sent a bolt rocketing back towards the sender.
Luna gasped and leaned backwards, avoiding the hex, but leaving herself open.
Hermione leapt into the air and brought her wandsaber downward in a two-hand slash.
Sparks flew.
Luna kneeled before Hermione. In the Jedi’s hands, her two wands sprouted sabers of pure cyan light. They crisscrossed in front of her, catching Hermione’s red wandsaber between them. Bits of plasma dripped and crackled where they touched.
The women glared at each other behind the weapons, their wandsabers creating flickering colors that danced across their faces.
“You’re on the wrong side of history, Luna,” Hermione hissed. She forced her red saber down, slowly, struggling against the Jedi Knight.
Luna squeaked on one knee, pushing futilely. “That’s what they’ve always said,” the Jedi replied.
Luna spread her sabers and rolled left just as Hermione’s weapon came down in a sweeping arc. The Jedi screamed as the saber burnt a long, cauterized gash into her arm, but is back on her feet again in the blink of an eye, her wands pointed at Hermione.
The Dark Witch wears a smirk. A ridiculous schoolgirl outfit, and a smirk.
Luna backflips from her crouch, flying backwards twenty feet above the ground, heading for the bamboo trees. As she completed her flip, she saw Hermione rocketing towards her, red wandsaber blade prepared to slash.
Luna barely has time to raise her wands in front of her and yell “Protego!” before Hermione’s saber slammed into her invisible shield.
The shield shattered, and Luna was thrown backwards into the Tangled Green.
Hermione hopped, bouncing from bamboo tree to bamboo tree, until she reached the top.
Luna Lovegood stood atop a single leaf on the tip top of a swaying bamboo tree, twenty feet away, her twin cyan wandsaber blades glowing.
Hermione laughed Darkly and whipped her red wandsaber through the air expertly.
“This won’t end well for you, Luna,” Hermione teased. “I think all that bleach has gone to your head. I’ll enjoy removing it from your neck.”
The witches leaped into the air.