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Post by Pheobe Halliwell Turner on Nov 22, 2006 6:25:28 GMT
I cocked a hip and slightly turned away from the voice that froze my soul. I instanly twisted back and in a hip shot threw an energy ball at him, low voltage. I didn't want to kill him . . . yet.
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Post by Wyatt Matthew Halliwell on Nov 22, 2006 6:27:38 GMT
I looked at Pheobe. "Who is that?" The energy ball hit him and he fell back As he slowly stood again "I am Voldemort,"
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Post by Pheobe Halliwell Turner on Nov 22, 2006 6:30:37 GMT
I snarled at him, "come on you pussy. Like to prey on women and children do you?" I stood legs spread, hip cocked and spread out my arms exposing my heart to him, "well here's your opportunity."
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Post by Wyatt Matthew Halliwell on Nov 22, 2006 6:37:12 GMT
I stared coldly at him, "Why can't I get into the school now?" He snapped. "Because you are no where near as strong as we are. Check this." I flicked and wrist and knocked his hood of. As I did I lit his head on fire. I let it stay that way for a few seconds and then waved my hand and put it out. I wanted him to suffer. He reach for his wand "Avada Kedavra," I put the shied around me and Pheobe. "Are you kidding me?!?" I laughed "Do you think I would be that easy?" He began to try to call for help.
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Post by Pheobe Halliwell Turner on Nov 22, 2006 6:44:38 GMT
I focused my energy and threw a vibrant shot of high voltage energy at the spot where his heart would have been and stepped from the shield. "Care to try that spell again?" Avada Kedavra!! The spell flew me into a tree and my head snapped against the trunk of the tree, blood trickled from my lip. I stood wiped my lip, "who's your daddy now?" I said cockily.
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Post by Wyatt Matthew Halliwell on Nov 22, 2006 6:52:22 GMT
I looked at Pheobe and let the shield down abvously we didn't need it "Is that all you have?" He stood in shock. Then cast the spell on me. I braced my self as it hit I flew back a few feet. I regain balance and then laughed it hardly even hurt.
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Post by Pheobe Halliwell Turner on Nov 22, 2006 6:57:34 GMT
I threw up a hand and put a shield around the clearing . . . "your precious Death Eaters can't help you know." I stalked around him and aimed a hitch-kick straight into his head, my steel toe boot slammed against his head with a sickening thud, blood poured from his ears and nose. "Bring it on Barbie."
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Post by Wyatt Matthew Halliwell on Nov 22, 2006 7:04:40 GMT
As he lay helpless on the ground I walk to him and stepped on his stomach. I grabbed his face with my hand and squeezed useing my powers to give me unnatural force. His face poped under my hands like a rat. As soon as the blood flowed I froze him and heal only his face. I mean I didn't want him to die....yet. I made it so the wound was heal but he still felt every ounce of the pain.
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Post by Pheobe Halliwell Turner on Nov 22, 2006 7:13:47 GMT
I got down on one knee and said to him, "and pop goes the weasel." I used the strangulation on a certian, shall we say, delicate part of his body. He screamed and shrieked, but I wasn't done, he was going to repent for all the innocents he had killed. I summoned a pair of pliars and pulled each one of his fingernails off . . . slowly. I slammed my high heel onto his damaged fingers and ground them in the dirt.
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Post by Wyatt Matthew Halliwell on Nov 22, 2006 7:23:18 GMT
I use stragulation and the telikinsis the hold him of the ground. He kicked and struggled as the as he needed air more and more. I watched as his face grew bluer and bluer. I relesed my hold on him and let him drop. I then ingulfed his inter body in flames and then deep froze the air around him to negtive 20. I let the air warm an then I walk to him and kicked him in the gut so hard that blood flowed from him mouth.
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Post by Pheobe Halliwell Turner on Nov 22, 2006 7:40:33 GMT
"Get up." I threw a sword that landed in the soft dirt beside him, "GET UP!!" He stood slowly, "I'm not going to kill you without a fight." I swung my sword back and it clanged against his. The skies rumbling with thunder and flashing with black lightning. Rain soaked my clothes as he swept the blade across my throat trying to behead me. I leaned back excecuting a clean backflip. I was on one knee and he pressed his sword against mine.
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Post by Wyatt Matthew Halliwell on Nov 22, 2006 7:45:30 GMT
I summoned a sword and join the fight. I stepped next to Pheobe and swung the sword towards him. I forced his sword back and cut his arm with his own sword.
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Post by Pheobe Halliwell Turner on Nov 22, 2006 7:52:05 GMT
"Stand back! He's mine." My out raised hand formed an impenetrable force field. When the blades tangled again he smashed his elbow into my nose, bloodying it. I stumbled back and I shoved him off and tossed the sword aside, chest heaving I threw my hand to the sky. Blue lightning, pure as my soul flashed into my hand bringing my Battle Axe to me. I cut the sword in half and sliced against his back. He turned and slid the broken sword over my collar bone, a long deep scar ran diagionally across my chest oozing blood. I narrowed my eyes and slammed the Axe into his stomach effectively cutting him in two.
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Post by Wyatt Matthew Halliwell on Nov 22, 2006 7:55:51 GMT
"I well I guess you can handle it if you want me to leave," I said anoneyed.
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Post by Pheobe Halliwell Turner on Nov 22, 2006 8:05:27 GMT
I turned and grinned at him, "couldn't have done it without you." As I turned back to watch Voldemort die he shoved the broken end of the sword into my stomach and ripped down. I fell to my knees blood and worse fell from me, my body jerked and Philo ran to me. My chest heaved and my eyes went into a shocked silver.
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