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Umbridge High School Building, Saturday Evening

There were some clouds hanging around the spires of Umbridge High School, but not enough; there was an overlaying sense that there shouldn't be as much sunlight shining down on it as there was.

It was quiet. Kind of. There was tension in the air, a wound-up strung-up thing that ensnared the school. Somehow it seemed as if even the birds didn't want to touch down on the building itself, and the gates seemed to fold into themselves, even if they weren't quite shut.

And all that on a weekend, too.

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And as Clint leaned in to see her unblemished skin, Karla swung her elbow directly at his temple.

Maybe this would even work!

Clint rocked back, groaning at the hit, and stared at Karla in disbelief. "What the hell was that?" he yelled, putting his hand to his head and trying not to see stars. "What's wrong with you?"

"Trying to save your life," Karla said abruptly. "You've killed too many people, even under Imperio. Things are going to get ugly for you very soon."

Karla punched at him again, regretting that she'd stopped to explain things, instead of following up when he was still dazed.

Clint was more prepared this time, and ducked away, throwing a punch at her head in return. Maybe she'd like to see how it felt.

"I'm doing my job. You understand that. Or maybe you don't anymore."

Karla dodged out of the way, but not fast enough. His fist clipped the side of her jaw, right where the bruise from Dinah's punch had bloomed. "Misbegotten whoreson!" she swore. "I am trying to save your life."

Now that the element of surprise was gone, Karla wasn't even going to bother going toe-to-toe with Clint physically. She knew he could outrun, outfight, and outmatch her. So the next blow aimed at his head was made of bright blue Sapphire energy.

What was it with all the girls shooting magic at him today? Were they trying to piss him off as quickly as possible? "By trying to kill me? That makes total sense," Clint shot back after ducking quickly. "The only people in danger are the ones who are escaping."

"I'm trying to knock you unconscious," Karla said through gritted teeth. "You're outnumbered and outgunned. Everyone's got their powers back and they're going to be looking for you."

She sent a gout of witchfire towards him, aiming for his bow. Perhaps if she could take that out, he'd be more willing to listen to reason. Especially when that reason said, 'lay low, idiot!'

Yeah, that wasn't a wise idea on Karla's part, because Clint's bow was just about the most precious thing to him in the world. He growled as he ducked away, glaring at her. "I'm a big boy. I can take care of myself. I don't need help from someone like you."

"You need more help than you know," Karla said. "You don't have enough arrows to shoot everyone that's gunning for you!"

"I don't need arrows to keep people out of my way," Clint said, swinging at Karla's head with his bow to try to prove his point.

Karla dove under the bow, aiming to grab Clint's feet. If she could catch him, perhaps she could pass him through the ground. Getting him stuck wasn't as good as knocking him out, but maybe if it took him awhile to get free, the worst would be over.

Of all the places Clint was expecting Karla to grab him, his feet were not on the list. "You know what, forget this," he said, jumping to try to avoid her, before swinging at her with his bow again and turning to retreat.

Running from a student. This was the worst day ever.

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