06-30-2018, 04:26 PM
An invisible Force pushed the leaves surrounding Luna away in a wide circle as her twin spell came for Hermione.
The Dark witch grinned and raised her wand.
“Avada Kedavra!” Hermione cried in a strangled hiss.
A blast of green light erupted from her wand.
The red and green projectiles clashed in the air with the hiss of plasma and then the resounding boom of discharged magic as they exploded in a bright white sphere.
A smoking crater, twenty feet in diameter and ten feet deep lay between the witches.
Across the clearing Luna was breathing raggedly, but her wands were raised and her face was defiant. She had several long cauterized gashes running down her arms through her kimono, and a long slash in the middle of her stomach.
Hermione was woozy from the clashing spells, but like Luna did her best to hide it. Her Hogwarts schoolgirl outfit was tattered from the dozens of small slashes and stabs from the Jedi’s wandsabers. Beneath her blouse she knew was a large bruise in her abdomen where she had taken one of Luna’s stunners, and another on her left ankle.
The witches began to circle again. Slowly, carefully, with no signs of injuries, they mirrored each perfectly as they circled left around the crater.
“You don’t have it in you, Loony Lovegood,” Hermione said in a kindly mocking voice. “Are you even sure I’m really here?”
“No,” said the Jedi Knight in her dreamy voice. Her dual wands hung loosely at her side with an easy grace, but Hermione knew she was ready to strike. “But you are real enough to kill me, I think, and I can’t let you do that Hermione. Harry needs me.”
The Dark Witch’s eyes narrowed. “The only thing that walking apocalypse needs is a banishment circle and a lightsaber up his arse.”
Luna gave the kind of grin she gave when she used to speak of nargles, and Hermione’s blood boiled. “You may have strayed from his path Hermione, but how many more signs do you need to see that he is our savior?”
“He is not,” Hermione growled through bared teeth. “My messiah!”
The witches raised their wands.
“Serpensorcio!” Hermione hissed coldly.
“Protego!” Luna said.
A writhing python erupted from Hermione’s wand in a long spiral pattern, it’s mouth open and it’s fangs sharp.
An invisible shield of magic appeared in front of Luna’s left wand, but the snake wound around the shield and bit into her forearm.
Luna grunted as the fangs sunk deep. She slashed down with the cyan wandsaber in her right hand, cleaving the snake but leaving herself vulnerable.
“Perforo!” Hermione said coldly, jabbing her wand forward.
A jagged piece of metal flew through air from Hermione’s wand and sunk deep into Luna’s right thigh.
The blonde Jedi let out an ear splitting scream sank to one knee. She sent a crackling bolt of energy back to Hermione.
“Incendio!” the witches cried in unison.
Jets of magical flames flew from the witches wands’, meeting above the crater and pushing at each other.
Hermione narrowed her eyes in concentration, pushing with all her magical might, and then Luna’s spell broke and Hermiones flames surged forward, but too late.
Luna had already jumped, somersaulting through the air with her cyan wandsaber blades humming, and came down in a whirlwind of death upon Hermione.
The Dark witch hurried to raise her own red wand saber above her head, stopping Luna’s first downward slash, but even as she moved she knew she has left herself open.
Hermione roared in outrage as the Jedi’s second wandsaber pierced her through the gut. She pushed towards Luna with an open palm, an invisible Force sending the Jedi flying backwards into the trees.
Hermione fell forward into the crater, gasping. She didn’t think the saber had nicked a lung, and she may be tougher than Luna was strong, and an omniverse lightsaber might not mean instant death, but that had HURT. Slowly, agonizingly, Hermione rose to her feet.
She heard ragged footsteps approaching.
“Surrender your wandsaber, Hermione,” Luna said harshly, standing on the lip of the crater, one of her wands pointed at Hermione. “It’s no use. I have the high ground.”
Hermione cackled Darkly, bits of blood dripping from her mouth.
“That’s the problem with heroes,” Hermione said. Her wand fell limply from her hand.
Luna seemed to untense slightly.
“You ALWAYS think you have the high ground,” Hermione said softly.
Hermione’s hands glowed with crackling blue energy for a moment, and then bolts of Force Lightning streaked towards Luna.
The Dark witch grinned and raised her wand.
“Avada Kedavra!” Hermione cried in a strangled hiss.
A blast of green light erupted from her wand.
The red and green projectiles clashed in the air with the hiss of plasma and then the resounding boom of discharged magic as they exploded in a bright white sphere.
A smoking crater, twenty feet in diameter and ten feet deep lay between the witches.
Across the clearing Luna was breathing raggedly, but her wands were raised and her face was defiant. She had several long cauterized gashes running down her arms through her kimono, and a long slash in the middle of her stomach.
Hermione was woozy from the clashing spells, but like Luna did her best to hide it. Her Hogwarts schoolgirl outfit was tattered from the dozens of small slashes and stabs from the Jedi’s wandsabers. Beneath her blouse she knew was a large bruise in her abdomen where she had taken one of Luna’s stunners, and another on her left ankle.
The witches began to circle again. Slowly, carefully, with no signs of injuries, they mirrored each perfectly as they circled left around the crater.
“You don’t have it in you, Loony Lovegood,” Hermione said in a kindly mocking voice. “Are you even sure I’m really here?”
“No,” said the Jedi Knight in her dreamy voice. Her dual wands hung loosely at her side with an easy grace, but Hermione knew she was ready to strike. “But you are real enough to kill me, I think, and I can’t let you do that Hermione. Harry needs me.”
The Dark Witch’s eyes narrowed. “The only thing that walking apocalypse needs is a banishment circle and a lightsaber up his arse.”
Luna gave the kind of grin she gave when she used to speak of nargles, and Hermione’s blood boiled. “You may have strayed from his path Hermione, but how many more signs do you need to see that he is our savior?”
“He is not,” Hermione growled through bared teeth. “My messiah!”
The witches raised their wands.
“Serpensorcio!” Hermione hissed coldly.
“Protego!” Luna said.
A writhing python erupted from Hermione’s wand in a long spiral pattern, it’s mouth open and it’s fangs sharp.
An invisible shield of magic appeared in front of Luna’s left wand, but the snake wound around the shield and bit into her forearm.
Luna grunted as the fangs sunk deep. She slashed down with the cyan wandsaber in her right hand, cleaving the snake but leaving herself vulnerable.
“Perforo!” Hermione said coldly, jabbing her wand forward.
A jagged piece of metal flew through air from Hermione’s wand and sunk deep into Luna’s right thigh.
The blonde Jedi let out an ear splitting scream sank to one knee. She sent a crackling bolt of energy back to Hermione.
“Incendio!” the witches cried in unison.
Jets of magical flames flew from the witches wands’, meeting above the crater and pushing at each other.
Hermione narrowed her eyes in concentration, pushing with all her magical might, and then Luna’s spell broke and Hermiones flames surged forward, but too late.
Luna had already jumped, somersaulting through the air with her cyan wandsaber blades humming, and came down in a whirlwind of death upon Hermione.
The Dark witch hurried to raise her own red wand saber above her head, stopping Luna’s first downward slash, but even as she moved she knew she has left herself open.
Hermione roared in outrage as the Jedi’s second wandsaber pierced her through the gut. She pushed towards Luna with an open palm, an invisible Force sending the Jedi flying backwards into the trees.
Hermione fell forward into the crater, gasping. She didn’t think the saber had nicked a lung, and she may be tougher than Luna was strong, and an omniverse lightsaber might not mean instant death, but that had HURT. Slowly, agonizingly, Hermione rose to her feet.
She heard ragged footsteps approaching.
“Surrender your wandsaber, Hermione,” Luna said harshly, standing on the lip of the crater, one of her wands pointed at Hermione. “It’s no use. I have the high ground.”
Hermione cackled Darkly, bits of blood dripping from her mouth.
“That’s the problem with heroes,” Hermione said. Her wand fell limply from her hand.
Luna seemed to untense slightly.
“You ALWAYS think you have the high ground,” Hermione said softly.
Hermione’s hands glowed with crackling blue energy for a moment, and then bolts of Force Lightning streaked towards Luna.