The Ottery St. Catchpole Thread, <Xanthe, Luna L., Ginny, Sakura>

[Trowa Marshall]

Trowa coughed as some air managed to flow back into his throat. "Wait... for me... to ssay..." he started, then coughed again, using the action to disguise the fact his other, still-human arm was coming round from behind his back, wand held out to point at Ivan's stomach. "Confringo!"

(OOC: If a blasting curse at close range would be too much, lemme know and I'll adjust, but since he's a vampire I figure he can survive it. ^^)

[Ivan Sudeten]

(Long as Trowa can survive it too. )

Ivan was blown backward by the force of the sudden explosion, and felt searing pain scream across his torso. He didn't look down to see the extent of the damage... he would regenerate the next time he fed, but he needed easier prey than this and couldn't be of any further help to the Death Eaters wounded. He Disapparated, hoping as he did so that Trowa had injured himself badly enough to be taken out of the fight as well.

[Trowa Marshall]

The recoil of the blast hurled Trowa backwards across the field. Flipping in mid-air, he landed lithely on his feet, but collapsed a fraction of a second later, holding his stomach. Blood oozed out from underneath his once-again-human fingers. He was mostly human again, aside from his right eye still being yellow... and this time, his teeth on that side of his mouth were still fangs. "That... wasn't... the smartest thing I've ever done," he coughed. His eyes squeezed shut as a wave of pain hit him. Pointing his wand at himself he gasped, "Coagulus," to try and slow the bleeding down. For the moment, he was out of the running.