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fandomhigh2016-03-04 11:20 am
nuclear_snide) wrote in fandomhigh2016-03-04 11:20 am
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Defending Yourself Against Magic | Friday, period 2
"Right! Well then." Bob clapped his hands, looking cheerfully evil. The Danger Shop was set up like a night-time street straight out of a mystery film: bright street lights and neon, with intervening pools of darkness. Empty cars parked along the streets, stores boarded up for the evening. Occasional pedestrians and cars passed by.
"Nothing like getting right back into the swing of things, is there? Let's start with a bit of practical...well, practice."
A man hurried down the street toward them, looking back over his shoulder occasionally, his whole attitude screaming fear and paranoia.
Then, about a block away, the street erupted. A writhing mass of darkness that seemed alive poured out, taking myriad different shapes, a man at its center.
Bob pointed at the squirrely man. "You have to protect him," he pointed at the man in the middle of the dark army, "from him. Have fun!"
"Nothing like getting right back into the swing of things, is there? Let's start with a bit of practical...well, practice."
A man hurried down the street toward them, looking back over his shoulder occasionally, his whole attitude screaming fear and paranoia.
Then, about a block away, the street erupted. A writhing mass of darkness that seemed alive poured out, taking myriad different shapes, a man at its center.
Bob pointed at the squirrely man. "You have to protect him," he pointed at the man in the middle of the dark army, "from him. Have fun!"
Re: Fight!
What happened next was unpleasant, but eventually involved clubbing many demons with the femur of the one who spilled the drink. The femur was still partially attached.