Powerless or not (Plot people)

[Perseus Feynman]

Perseus saw his spell do substantial damage, however, he had not intended to hurt the Slytherin girl at all. If Perseus had not restrained himself, that spell would have been very deleterious to the girl's health. It was also a versimilitude that Dumbledore would not exonerate him if anything injurious had occured. He stood at the ready, wand held in front of him. Perseus saw the girl shoot a fiery ball of light fly towards him. Seeing that this would be a difficult spell to block, Perseus dove to the left and tumbled back into a fighting stance. However, to his dismay, the 'fireball' acted like a heat seeking missile and flew after him. Seeing no other alternative but to fight fire with fire, Perseus bellowed, "Igneous Lampos!!" A ball of bright white flames shot out of his wand like a flare and collided with Isabella's spell. The shockwave sent Perseus flying backwards. He fell onto the snow and tumbled backwards, managing to regain his stance. However, the intensity of the light had temporarily blinded him.

Regaining his sight, Perseus raised his wand and shouted, "Nimbosus Glacios!!!" Out of the Cimmerian clouds in the sky came a storm of hail and chunks of hardened ice that flew towards Isabella. It would not be as simple as melting the ice.

[Isabella]

Isabella watched as her spell went towards Percues. A shot of guilt went through her put she pushed it away and watched what was happening in front of her, intently. Closing her eyes tight as he sent a spell towards her's. The light seemed so strong and bright enough to blind anyone. It was like looking into the sun on a clear day. Opening her eyes again she saw white spicks. Looking around she rubbed her eyes and shock her head. Once feeling that she had her sight back she looked up into the cloudy sky. Hail had failing and was coming straight towards her! Her mind thought fast and she knew that only fire could put out ice. But it would work in time.

Pointing her wand towards the ball of ice that was heading towards her she shot her wand straight up into the sky, "Praevalida Tempestas Illustrator" she said and lighting came down and hit the ice. Watching this happen she noticed it only work a bit. Tiny sharp pieces of ice went everywhere. Acting fast she said, "Absens" and pointed to ice that was heading towards Mary and Kris way. Looking ahead she noticed some of the sharp objects coming her way! Ducking franticly she put her hands of her head. Once she felt safe she got back up and wiped the snow off of her pants. Realizing what she had done she felt fire burn inside her. She saved the enemy from getting hurt. Grunting she pointed her wands towards Percues, "Humus Contremisco" she shouted and the ground started to shake. It open up and heading straight towards her attacker.

[Perseus Feynman]

((It's Perseus, not Percues.))

"Terrenus Leviosos!!" Perseus shouted as he started falling down the deep chasm Isabella had created. He felt an invisible force push him upwards, out of the chasm as he pointed down on the ground. He levitated himself away as he jumped onto the nearby tree. It swayed gently as he landed on one of its thicker tree branches. Perseus felt a branch suddenly hit him in the back and was instantaneously thrown 20 ft. into the air as the Whomping Willow attacked him. However, he managed to escape the clutches of the belligerent tree as Perseus fell onto the ground and ran at a prodigious speed away from the flailing branches. He stopped to catch his breath 50 ft. from the tree. Perseus was aching all over and wanted to end the duel quickly, so, without hesitation, he twirled his wand and pointed it towards Isabella.

A blue light shot out of his wand towards Isabella as Perseus bellowed, "Attono Stupefios!!" This was just a more sophisticated and efficacious version of 'stupefy' that left the target stunned for days on end.

[Isabella]

A smirk laid across Isabella's face as she watched the boy go into the earth. Puting her hands on her hips she waited inpatiently. Watching intently she laughed coldy as he was heading striaght towards the whomping willow. All she did was grin and waited for his attack. Taping her foot she put her hand to her mouth and yawned. This was geting quite boring now and either she should win or him. Still taping her foot she crosed her arms on her chest. Looking at the spell that went her way her mind raced. There wasnt a way get away from it. Looking around she kept her cool. Her mind continued to race and many things came into mind. Smiling had out her wand an pointed it towards the casting blue light coming her way.

Taking a deep breath from her stomach she narowed her eyes at the light. "Replico servo" She said moving her hands in the air. Closing her eyes as a bright light formed in front of her and moved towards the spell. Her eyes lids shut tight over her eyes and she hoped that her spell would work. Squinting she watched as the light stayed strong to block the spell. Sighing with relief she felt her knee go weak. Than she saw a bit of light come her way and hit her. Falling into the snow and sat down and put her hand to her head. Her head hurt as she looked into the powdery snow. Closing her eyes she tired to remember where she was. Nothing came to mind and she stood up from the ground and looked around her. The lights had vanished and she was slightly confused. Not wonting to continue she put her wand back into her pocket as if to say that it was the end.

[Perseus Feynman]

((Come on, Justin, Dawn, Crabbe, Mary, and Kris! Send some spells at each other.))

[kris]

Kris watched the ice-chards from Dawn’s spell fly their way and swore silently through his teeth, before facing them and making the flame symbol in front of him and muttering: “De mures flamatus!” A huge red firewall appeared in front of Kris, as he moved to block the way to Mary. The shards melted as they were passing the fire and the water flowed harmlessly on the ground. A couple of the more bigger and faster ones didn’t melt however. Kris was able to dodge most, but two hit him – one scraping his leg, the other flying deep into his left hand, right above the elbow.
Looking at the ice-shard in his arm, Kris breathed in deeply, before reaching and pulling it out with a sudden jerk. It hurt as hell, but Kris didn’t let any groan escape his lips, as blood slowly trickled down.

“Scorpiones Flambante!” Kris shouted sending a burning wave of scorpions flying towards Dawn and Isabella both, as Vincent hadn’t moved, so Kris guessed that his first hex had been efficient enough. Kris watched to see what kind of an effect the hex, which definitely was a part of ‘dark magic’ would have.
The scorpions it created weren’t poisonous nor would they burn the person they landed on, but they would weigh them down, making movement very hard if not ever impossible. And if one or two happened to land on your wand arm, then the victim of the spell would be helpless, as she wouldn’t be able to raise his or hers wand again. And as the scorpions burned themselves, they wouldn't be harmed by any fire-spell Kris knew.

[Vincent Crabbe Jr.]

Vincent watched silently as the situation became more tense, glaring at Perseus as he arrived and took sides with the Gryffindor. He was astonished to see the two younger Slytherins follow him. Didn't they know what an idiot they were defending? Soon after Dawn had cast a spell on the lake Perseus cast the first real aggressive one. Vincent watched, astonished, as the lake reared up and swallowed the flames.

Vincent saw the fifth year Slytherin send a spell at him and stepped aside as quickly as he could, not having heard the spell properly so not having been able to know how to protect himself. As it was, the spell only hit his right arm, and his wand arm was his left arm. Vincent drew his wand out now as pain seared through the arm. He couldn't concentrate like this. He supposed that the spell must be a variation of deletere musculature, which made all muscles completely useless, effectively paralysing the receiver. As Vincent searched for the counter in his head, he stood completely still, giving the impression of having been hit full on by the curse. Finally the counter came to him. "Laxo musculature", Vincent muttered, and the pain vanished as the muscles relaxed.

Vincent frowned as the fifth year Slytherin sent a spell towards Isabella. She had fallen a long time ago, from one of Perseus' spells, and it did not sit at all well with Vincent that the fifth year would send a spell at a sixth year while she was stunned. Not one that could do them very bad damage. As well as that, he had to alert the idiot to the fact that he was still very much there, because he was not one to duel unfairly. So he would start off by countering that spell.
"Scorpiones Spumeas Volucer", Vincent chanted, sending a large wave of flying, foaming scorpions at the fiery ones. The foam would put out the flames and the fight that would ensue between the scorpions would ensure that not so many got through to hit Isabella. She couldn't defend herself, after all.

Vincent glared at the fifth year who had turned to face him once again, his mind working frantically to pick out something suitable from what his father had taught him. Vincent was not all that smart, but his opponents tended to underestimate him. Vincent was certainly more capable than Gregory, and Draco had long acknowledged this. He practiced a great deal and knew a lot of spells, and their counter-curses. Not just the wishy-washy stuff that Potter and his friends practiced.
"Fervens Aqua Obruea!" Vincent said, as a stream of boiling water shot from his wand-tip and attempted to surround the fifth year entirely. If successful, it would be very painful. If not entirely, it ought to at least hither him. Vincent waited to see how it fared.

[kris]

Kris turned to watch Vincent as he acted once again and swore loudly in his mind. With the blood slowly trickling from his left arm and having to keep an eye open for any attack from Dawn and Isabella as well, the fight wasn’t one of his best.
Kris watched as Vincent countered the curse he had just sent and shrugged. He hadn’t really hoped too much of it, even though a couple of his own scorpions seemed to pass, but they were relatively weaker now.

Kris faced Vincent again and watched him warily. Kris was quicker and probably a bit smarter, but Crabbe was a bit older and knew a good deal about hexes and dark curses. Kris had seen him practice once, with the aid of his invisibility cloak.
Kris recognized the curse Crabbe sent his way and frowned. It was a powerful spell and would be hard to counter. Kris had been at an prestigious elemental camp at the summer and had had a private tutor and he had been intriguingly fast progress. His element was water in it’s purest form and right now only one spell boomed in his mind.

“Deora Ar Mo Chroi!” Kris shouted touching the place above his heart and then his forehead before drawing the complex symbol in front of him. Crabbes spell hit him, before he had completely finished the symbol and he staggered backwards feeling his skin burn, but still managed to finish the symbol. The spell was in old celtic and it wasn’t neither dark nor light – it had elements of both as it was just rather ancient and pulsed of power, that more magical and stronger creatures near by seemed to feel. Kris had been one of the first students to learn this spell in the camp practically in 20 years.
The water in the lake roared and Kris smirked grimly as some animal in the lake screeched as waves a couple of feet high dashed towards him, crashing over his head, calming the burning of his skin. The waves circled him soothing the boiling water from Crabbes curse, before settling, and all the while showering Kris calmly, revealing the pain of his burnt skin on his arms and upper chest and lower neck. Kris’s skin was red and burnt, and he had no doubts it would be painful for quite many days, but it wasn’t anything lethal.

Drawing an arrow shape in the air, Kris pointed it towards Crabbe and pointing to him with his wand, sent the water from the lake, that had circled him this far, towards him in one strong blast. The spell had been powerful and almost impossible to counter completely, but it had also drawn up most of Kris’s strength. Crabbing hold of the willow near, Kris doubled over trying to catch his breath as his knees were going weak under him. He managed to hold himself in the crouching position and just hoped that Perseus, Justin and Mary were strong enough to keep the fire from the other SLytherins on them for some time to give Kris a bit of time to recover. At least Crabbe would be busy for a bit as well, Kris thought grimly - even DUmbeldore wouldn't be able to block this spell completely pointed directly at him.

[Vincent Crabbe Jr.]

Vincent gulped as he saw the full force of the fifth year's spell rush towards him. This boy was obviously good at what he did. Vincent was impressed, if also extremely irritated at the fact that he had sided with the Gryffindor. He was not familiar with the spell, and so knew he would just have to cast as protective a spell as possible. He searched around for something that might protect him from the mass of water hurtling towards him. Vincent was not a strong swimmer, and he was more than worried.
"Praesidium saxi!" he said with urgency in his voice. A wall of stone appeared in front of him, wavering a little at first and then growing stronger. Not the most perfect spell. Vincent could feel the force of the water as it hit the wall, and held it for as long as he could, some of the water flowing round the sides of the long. This was exhausting for Vincent. Finally he had to let it go, and fell back as the water surged forward. Vincent choked, the water overwhelming him. But he was at the top of a slope, and it only wanted to go one way, downwards. Vincent supposed that the boy must be too weak to keep it there. That was good. At least he wouldn't be there to shoot him when he was down.

Vincent stood up slowly, winded from the force of the water, but saw that Dawn was still standing. He was not going to let her down here, he was determined. He was always determined not to let her down on the Quiddditch pitch (Vincent thought of the fact that Perseus was actually his fellow Beater - ironic, that), and the same applied here. Once he had recovered a little, he pointed his wand again at the fifth year. He had had plenty of time to recover from his last spell, and Vincent was angry with him for siding with the Gryffindor.
"Baculis acutis verbero", Vincent said angrily, as sharp sticks broke themselves off trees and started to try to beat the fifth year. It was not the most sophisticated of spells by any means, but it should keep him busy for a short while and give Vincent a little longer to recover.

[kris]

Kris glanced up and watched as Vincent was still pushed down by the water, even though a lot was blocked by his spell that had conjured a stone wall in front of him. Kris breathed deeply, forcing himself to breath deeply and in one rhythm before he slowly straightened himself up, ignoring the dull ache in all his muscles.
“Restoranitus,” Kris muttered pointing his wand to himself casting a strengthening charm on himself to restore his power more quickly, although he smirked self-ironically, knowing he will feel like crap for quite some time after the spell wore off.

As Vincent as Kris faced each other without neither using a curse for a moment as both were gathering themselves Kris wondered briefly if his cousin would have healing salves, as he didn’t really want to head to the Hospital Wing. Which would also mean not-necessary questions.
Kris blinked as Crabbe was first to sent a hex flying towards him once again. Crabbe had cast better hexes earlier, so Kris figured he wanted some more time to recover, as the thorns that came towards him were guaranteed to keep him busy for some time.

“Bête Avis Fortuikus,” Kris muttered with a wave of his wand and birds burst out of it, that circled him, catching the thorns in the air and breaking them between their beaks. They caused some of the thorns they didn’t catch to move their course and land harmlessly on the ground, but 3 still scraped Kris’s wand-arm and one his shoulder. Kris frowned and picked the thorns out before looking over at Crabbe once again.
“Fermer Du Fronde!” Kris sent the spell flying towards Vincent, watching as three leather slings shot out of his wand heading towards Crabbe in attempt to tie him – one for each leg to attach it to the body and one to tie his legs together. The slings were magical so Kris doubted even Crabbe with all his body-force could break one of them physically, if it managed to wrap itself around him.

[Vincent Crabbe Jr.]

Vincent attempted to dodge the slings heading towards him, but soon realised that they were like Bludgers, except that they were going to persistently try to attack him. But he couldn't take them out in the same way as Bludgers. He would have to do something else. They weren't going to arrive yet. Vincent searched his brain frantically. He wasn't familiar with the spell, and didn't think that it was in Latin. So what could he do to stop it?
"Everto!" was the best he could come up with. One of the slings was destroyed immediately. It was quite an effective general spell which could destroy most things. He cast it again and destroyed another sling but the third arrived, winding its way round his leg tightly. He glanced down and ignored it. It might constrict his blood flow a little, but he could cope for a while. It wasn't exactly going to make him fall over at the moment. He had firm balance and it would take more than a leather sling to dislodge him.

Vincent pointed his wand at the fifth year, an evil expression on his face. He was searching for a spell to cast as quickly as he could, and one that would do some damage if it got through.
"Histrixi ignei volatis" he said, and smiled grimly as more than a dozen flying, burning porcupines sped towards the fifth year. They were heavy, prickly and would attack whoever they hit. In this case it would be the fifth year. Vincent used this spell when someone had made him feel particularly cruel. The porcupines stayed alive long enough to attack the victim, but they weren't able to stay alive while on fire. It often had the effect of shocking the receiver as well and making them drop their wand, if it hit their arm, or simply through the pain.

Vincent turned his attention back to the leather sling that was causing a nuisance around his leg.
"Retexo" he said, and it unravelled itself, before attempting to wrap itself around his leg again. Vincent grunted in annoyance and muttered "Everto" to destroy it, before turning back to see how the porcupines were doing, his leg feeling slightly stiff. At least he had his energy back.

[kris]

Kris made some quick circled with his head, trying to unknot the tension in his shoulders and neck.
“Courre Snare histrixi ignei volatis,” Kris muttered pointing to the ground and watching with a content smile as huge traps appeared on the ground catching the flaming porcupines. Kris knew the curse and liked to use it himself as well sometimes, which was the reason he didn’t freak seeing the animals run towards him.
Kris watched as most of the pigs – 9 of them – were caught in the traps which vanished with them, the rest 3 kept coming towards him.

Slipping his wand back up in his sleeve Kris grabbed a lower and more stronger branch of the tree he was near to and pulled himself up, out of the porcupines way. The porcupines rounded the tree and caught it on fire as Kris used ‘Flippendo’ on each one, sending them in the range of the Whomping Willow, which acted as Kris had hoped and got rid of the animals. Kris used a simple ‘Extinquisho’ charm on the tree he was on and jumped down again, flinching as the pain soared to his wounded shoulder and arm.

Kris turned to face Crabbe keeping his expression guarded. He raised his wand and nodded curtly at Crabbe, following hte rules of dueling: “You are a good duelist and a worthy opponent. As I started with sending the first hexl, I will also have to be the one who will have to make an offer for a tie. Neither of us wins or looses and the duel will end respectfully for both of us. Will you accept the offer or shall we keep going?”<br>Kris caught Crabbe’s eyes and locked their eyes. Kris knew that the duel would still last a good couple of rounds, without either of them failing to attack and counter, but it would wear them both uselessly out. And they were both rather good so luck would play a large role at this, as his wounds weren’t nothing too big to keep Kris from going, especially under the charm he placed upon himself and he wouldn’t back out from the fight. And wouldn’t offer a tie again. He made sure the calmness in his eyes told Crabbe that, however good or bad he was at reading people.

Kris didn’t say anything more, waiting to see Crabbe’s reaction, but he didn’t lower his wand, ready to counter any attack that might come the moment it was casted. The wand wasn’t held threateningly, but it was ready to be used at any given moment, should Crabbe decide he wanted to go on.

[Copenhagen]

Justrin watched scene before him as Dawn cast her spell. It took him just a second to come up with a way to block the spell and held his wand out in fron of him, saying " Eslo Tentartum." and watched as a wall of fire rose before him to protect him, but it was'nt enough. One of the shards came ripping through and scratched his right arm. The cut was deep, but not deep enough. He grimaced, then he raised his wand again and said " Pimb Le Stro." and grinned as he shot a fierce blue flame at Dawn. He had no time to watch and see how the others were doing, but he saw that Perseus had knocked Isabella down. He watched Dawn to see if his flames would land. They could'nt burn, but they did make the person temporarily blinded, about five minutes.

[Vincent Crabbe Jr.]

Vincent looked seriously at the fifth year, which meant that his face actually looked rather ugly, seeing as he usually looked greedy or stupid, rather than serious. He always looked ugly, but it looked particularly ugly when he looked serious. That was the way of life for Vincent. There was no way of getting round it. In fact, many things in life were not as Vincent would have liked them, but he got on with it all the same, if only to spite the world for what it had not given him and had instead given to Mudbloods like Granger.

Vincent looked sideways to Dawn, but she was busy and could not guide him on what to do. He knew that he was tired, and that the fifth year's standards were too high for him to withold against for ever. He wished that Draco were here to make the decision for him. Without brains, Vincent was condemned to be a follower. But he he had to make his own decision.

"I shall accept your offer," Vincent told the fifth year, his wand poised to be used at whatever moment necessary, "But I warn you, if you betray your word here, our enmity will last longer than tonight." He spoke grimly. The fifth year was good, but misguided. Vincent had nothing against him particularly, but this was the way things had turned out and he had ended up dueling him. Vincent realised that what had happened tonight was probably more than any of them had anticipated or probably wanted.

Vincent looked around, wondering what would ensue following the ceasefire between the two. He saw that Dawn was still engaged with Lionheart and that they were at present the only two duelling. Vincent locked his eyes with the third year.
"Does the third year also have a tie with me, seeing as she follows where you lead?" Vincent asked the fifth year offhandedly. "No, I thought perhaps not." he continued, before waiting for an answer. "Oh well. Funis chalybs!" he chanted, using a complex spell that the third year should not be able to defend herself against, unless she was extremely practiced in the Dark Arts. Ropes shot out of his wand and started to attempt to intertwine themselves around the third year. Once they were secure, they would change to steel and she would be completely unable to move. It was a cruel spell, considered borderline, but if it worked, Vincent would not expect them to remain there. He or someone else would remove them. But it would give him long enough. At all times he was wary to keep a look out for anyone else attacking him. Mudbloods and their friends were not, in his experience, honourable people.

[Copenhagen]

Justin had some time to look around and saw Crabbe send a spell torwards Mary. He was'nt at all to fond of the spell, but he wanted to make ure that Mary was'nt hit by it, plus his cousin, Jason, was very fond of her. Bringing his wand, he pointed it atthe ground in front of Mary and said " Quas Mi To." and watched as a very thick wall of earth rose in front of Mary to protect her. He watched as the his wall blocked the ropes that would soon turn into steel, and grinned. He then turned back torwards Dawn, not wantng to be caught off guard.

[Mary Evans]

Mary stood there watching numb, dazed, and confused as pretty colours went from one boy to another. Occasionally there would be a little fire display and such things. She simply stood there in awe unaware as to what was happening but with an overwhelming feeling that she should be doing something about this.

All of a sudden the light show ended as Kris said something to the other boy about a tie. Mary found that quite odd seeing as classes were out so they didn’t need to be in uniform. The large boy responded and then sent something at her. She simply stared as they neared until suddenly the earth rose up in front of her blocking her view.

She looked around to see what had happened and noticed Justin watching. She smiled at him and waved. “Hi Justin! What's up?” she screamed before skipping over to see him. “The weirdest thing just happened…” she said to him. He seemed a little pre-occupied though so she decided to leave him alone. “Bye bye” she said simply before skipping back over to Kris; jumping on his back. “Krissy Bear! Did you just see what happened? It was so weird!” she got out before loosing her grip and falling off him. Landing on the ground Mary felt cold rush over her. She felt her eyes close of their own accord and her muscles go numb. “Krissy, I don’t feel so well.” She said simply before it all went black.

[kris]

Kris nodded to Crabbe deeply, before placing his wand away before Crabbe sent the spell flying towards Mary. Justin managed to block it luckily but some spell at one point had obviously still affected Mary, as she was acting strange and then passed out.
“She hasn’t pulled her wand at anyone. This was low shot even for you,” Kris growled at Crabbe in a furious hiss, “Do that again and the tie won’t hold.”<br>
Kris kneeled next to Mary worriedly placing his wand on the ground within hand’s reach. Kris checked Mary’s pulse and breathing quickly, which both were erratic, making Kris frown. He turned to check for any wounds and groaned seeing three of the thorns Crabbe had sent to him earlier in Mary’s shoulder. Without really bothering to think, Kris reached to his ankle-stealth and pulled out a knife, cutting Mary’s blouse with one sharp motion.
‘She’s going to reprimand me for ruining her blouse, when she wakes up,’ Kris though with a smirk before letting out a string of curses seeing that the skin around the thorns was violently purple and swelling. There must have been some poison in the thorns, that affected Mary. Kris had been customized with two or three poison’s since he was a kid – it was his families tradition, starting in mediaeval times already, when the Borghes family was powerful in Italy. But the effect made Kris immune to smaller shots of poison.

“Why didn’t keep farther away? I’m not sure, but this might leave a scar, which I doubt you’d want,” Kris told Mary as he used his knife to cut the swelling and pulled out the thorns, throwing them on ground. Kris made one more cut on Mary’s shoulder, so it was X-shaped and pushing the blade of his knife into ground squeezed the wound letting blood flow out of it. Kris’s eyes was expressionless and his eyes could probably kill at the moment, but his hands were steady as it had to be done.

Kris picked up his wand and murmured a couple of spells to get the poison up and breathed with relief as Mary’s pulse and breathing calmed down a bit and a little color returned to her face. Kris stopped the blood-flow with a quick charm and transfiguring a fallen leaf he made a muggle bandage on Mary’s shoulder, as he would have madam Pomfrey or at least Dana look at the wound before it would be completely heeled.

“Enervate,” Kris muttered pointing his wand to Mary’s head and pulled Mary on his lap to make sure she was more comfortable, “Come on, princess, the poison should be gone. Open your eyes and look at me.”<br>

[Vincent Crabbe Jr.]

Vincent returned the fifth year's glare. "She has sided against me, and I consider that to make her worthy of a warning shot. Turning her crazy was not my intention nor was it my doing." He paused, before adding, "This is not her quarrel, and I will leave her be unless she gives me cause to do otherwise."

He had been surprised at her collapse, and that was his main reason for his response. But there was one person who was annoying him very much. For the time being, Vincent would remain, gathering his strength, but the time would come when he would re-enter the feud, even if it was not his doing either. He needed a leader, and when he had one, he was determined not to let them down.

((Sorry about the shortness in this case, but I'm not really up to it right now.))

[Mary Evans]

“Come on, Princess, the poison should be gone. Open your eyes and look at me.” Mary hear Kris’ familiar voice call to her. Shivering it felt as if all her nerves on end. Her shoulder was killing her and she tried to roll it only to feel about to pass out once again, this time from pain. She allowed her chin to drop onto her chest and noticed her shirt was torn. Automatically blaming it on the nearest person she glared up at Kris “You ripped my shirt? You ripped my shirt? And not only did you rip my shirt but you did it out here in the snow and freezing cold. Plus there are how many guys around? What if the shirt continued to tear past where you cut it?” Mary ranted in a soft whisper, the only voice she could manage, until she felt her breath run out. Taking another deep breath she couldn’t help but allow herself to relax on Kris once again and fall back into the comfort of the darkness.