July 24th, 1892 — Headquarters of the London Society for the Practice of Combative Magic

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Finally a duel that made him sit up and take notice. Father against son. Would they go all out, would one hold back? He was curious to find out. He hastily went through the rules. Mr. Thaddeus Flint to begin. Hopefully having to distinguish which Flint he was referring to would be the most tedious aspect of this particular duel.

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His father...so soon. He would have preferred to have met him in the final but alas here they were. He cast a spell to encase his father in vines, preventing him from moving.

Malcorvus Flint

  

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Malcorvus wasn't surprised he would end up being paired against his son, he knew just how good Thaddeus was at dueling and spell craft in general. He spent many years teaching his son magic beyond what Hogwarts would teach him and he found in Thaddeus an intelligent and very talented wizard. He was proud of him in all ways possible and should he lose to him, it would only make Malcorvus prouder.

As he bowed formally towards his son both in pride and respect, Malcorvus was well aware of the murmuring among the spectators. To see them being paired off was likely to talked about regardless of who won, and many will either make a fortune or loose one depending on how the betting went. Malcorvus himself wouldn't waste a knut betting on dueling competitions, he prefer to put his money where he knew beyond any doubt it would benefit him in the long run.

Because he was facing his son, Malcorvus knew his usual tactics may not work. One thing experience had taught him it paid to be flexible and creative, to avoid falling into a recognizable pattern others could take advantage of. Thus, when the command to begin came, Malcorvus didn't use his typical aggressive tactics, instead he cast a reflection shield, designed to reflect any spell cast at him back towards it's caster.

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Charles stared, perplexed at the scene before him. Both men were immobilized by foliage. From what he could tell (although it had happened so fast he was doubting his own memory) the father had cast a rebounding spell of some sort but his timing had been off by nanoseconds. He suspected it would be almost impossible to replicate the situation. Clearly he'd been fast enough to deflect some of the spell but the rest had grazed past his defense and now both men were defenseless.

He decided the point ought to go to the one whose spell had worked most as intended and had had the greatest effect. He waved his wand to get rid of both sets of vines. The first round goes to Mr. Thaddeus Flint. Mr. Malcorvus Flint, if you'd like to begin the next...

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[Scores: Thaddeus 10, Malcorvus 10]

  

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The explosion of vines hadn't been what he expected his son's spell to be but the result impressed him. His reflection shield had successfully repelled most of the attack but he still ended up wrapped in vines, unable to move, so was his son. To his mind it was a draw and shouldn't count as a point to either of them but MacMillian clearly thought otherwise. If he had been quicker none of his son's spell would have succeeded on getting through so he could understand the judge's reasoning. He didn't protest the point, instead he inclined his head slightly before looking over at his son.

'Vines, humph," Malcorvurs said, giving his son a brief smile. "Good attack, very effective."

He smoothed down his robes once the vines had been dispelled then moved into position for the second round. Malcorvus knew he must score a point this time, it wouldn't do to lose so quickly even to his son.

Once again resorting to a non-verbal spell he fired a blast of water, something difficult to shield against and strong enough to knock somebody off his feet. If this had been a real duel, Malcorvus would have used fire, but he didn't want to harm his son, only knock him off his feet and any spell he sent his way.

Thaddeus Flint

  

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Thaddeus shot his father a lop sided smile at the compliment, saluting him - formally.

As his father was leading the round, when he was signalled to cast he attempted to counter his fathers spell by turning the jet of water to birds to swoop back at him.

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Ever since we met I've got just one regret to live through and that one regret is you

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Charles watched on impassively as the duel took yet another turn, internally his mood was reminiscent of that gif of Michael Jackson eating popcorn. Was the father, despite his praise, resentful of his initial loss or was it an oversight that resulted in the ridiculously large and powerful jet of water that pummeled his son more thoroughly than a childhood full of beatings could ever have done? The jury was out on that score but the jury was very much in for the duel scoring.

He had no idea what the son had been trying to cast and it was, at this point, immaterial because the younger man was out cold in a puddle of his father's wand water. Charles was no healer but he was pretty sure that was a concussion and he wouldn't have been surprised if the man had a wound on the back of his head to show for it as violently as he'd been mowed down. He waved his wand at Thaddeus to bring him out of his unconscious state and was amused to witness him cough up a mouthful of water upon waking. A very decisive victory for the father.

A point to Mr. Malcorvus Flint. Mr. Thaddeus Flint, please begin the deciding round when you're ready. Normally it was an expression of politeness and Charles expected the duelists to just get the hell on with it and not waste his time but he suspected the draggled man might actually need a few moments to locate his wits and perhaps even his wand.

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[Scores: Thaddeus 11, Malcorvus 14] +6 for injury!

  

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Thaddeus lungs ached from their attempt at breathing water, and he was sure his head would still be aching in the morning.

He took his allotted recovery time, every moment of it and he he was called upon to cast he attempted to transfigure his fathers coat into a straight jacket.


Malcorvus Flint

  

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Seeing his stream of water had successfully knocked his son off his feet Malcorvus at first didn't realize Thaddeus was unconscious. When he did, his jaw set firmly, the only sign of his worry. Fortunately Macmillan had no trouble reviving Thaddeus and as far as Malcorvus could tell his son was fine, if not a little disoriented.

Malcorvus waited patiently for his son to recover enough to resume the duel then took a defensive stance. Though his last attack had been rougher than he intended it didn't in any way prevent him from doing his best to win this match. With a quick movement of his wand Malcorvus cast a spell designed to cover Thaddeus in tough webs.

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It seemed Thaddeus Flint's youth wasn't quite enough of an advantage to best the older wizard, despite the strong start. Charles wasn't sure what his spell would've done since it was interrupted before it could hit its mark, his father's spell on the other hand had him wrapped up like a dessert crêpe for an acromantula. Charles took a moment to appreciate the amusing sight before doing away with the web restraints. Mr. Malcorvus Flint is the winner!

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[Scores: Thaddeus 8, Malcorvus 12]

  

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