Nabil cursed, but it was accompanied by a laugh, reveling in the chaos. The budget bruised his side,and it left him unable to intercept the toss between Robins and Bixby.

Time to get his head back in the game, though. He dove back down and flew in the direction of Bixby, trying to get in the way of his attempted goal just in case Selhim couldn't get there in time.


(C2 -> C1 and attempting to intercept Bixby's goal attempt? If that's acceptable. Amelia Evans If not, he's just flying in the way, trying to be a nuisance.)

  

Perfect. Zak caught up with the bludger intending to hit it as hard as he could towards Bixby. He would take out or at the very least impair Britain's most obnoxious chaser.

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— The Moroccan Kneecapper —

Aug 22nd, 1890 - Portree Stadium

— WHAM! —

"OH MY — ARE YOU OKAY?! LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, LACHLAN MACFUSTY'S BLUDGER HAS GONE STRAIGHT INTO THE STANDS INTO ONE OF THE BOXES!!!"

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First with his eyes, then with his broomstick, Hassan followed the bludger's progress, stopping abruptly in front of its new home.

He immediately wished he hadn't.

  

Jamal could barely hear the announcer over the crowd, but he could see that something was very wrong! The bludger has entered the crowd! In all of his years playing he had never seen anything like this! What the hell were these British playing at?

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Oh, fuck.

Karim had missed the interception, a thought that would haunt him until the end of his days. Even from here, he could see that a woman remained motionless in a crumpled heap.

He could only hope they produced a new bludger before the game resumed.

  

The game came to a halt, and the announcer’s words echoed in his ears. Lachlan MacFusty’s has gone into the stands and into one of the boxes.

Like a deer in headlights, Lachlan stopped on his broomstick and stared into the crumbling box. The cries from the crowd were like cries from hell—panicked, loud, and an omen of the guilt and condemnation to come.

He’d—completely unintentionally—sent his bludger into the crowd, and now someone was hurt. He wasn’t sure of the extent, but it couldn’t possibly be good.

He gulped and broke his gaze on the box, his head whipping around to survey the reactions not only of the crowd, but his opponents and teammates.

The game had to go on, he supposed, or else he’d be response for an injury and a loss.

He flew on, in no particular direction.

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It wasn't decent of him and were he anywhere besides the pitch in potentially the most important match of his life he'd have restrained himself but this could be the one chance to turn the game around and he wasn't going to let the team down being distracted by the British beater's horrific aiming of his a bludger. Hoping said beater would be too distracted and afraid of intercepting another bludger so soon, he walloped the last bludger towards Bixby.

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— The Moroccan Kneecapper —

The quaffle missed and Rufus dove to catch it before he realized the stillness of the game, just catching the end of the announcer's statement.

Bloody hell! This game was a mess, he followed the gazes of his teammates but only had a moment before he heard the whizzing of a bludger. The moroccans were relentless!

Holding on to the quaffle Rufus tried to dodge the bludger, unsure if an official timeout had been called.

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   Zakarya Alaoui

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Aug 22nd, 1890 - Portree Stadium

"Folks I don't believe it!! Amongst all the chaos in the rogue bludger's target box, Moroccan Beater Aaloui has hit British Chaser Bixby's knees making this his third kneecapping! And from all the way on the other side of the field! —— oh and it looks like the refs have called an Official Time Out!!! Messrs. Bixby, Longbottom, and Pettigrew, I'd see to those kneecaps of yours before you lose any more of your remaining limbs. ALL PLAYERS PLEASE RETURN TO THE GROUND."

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Now feeling very wobbly—he had never in his years playing seen that degree of carnage—and lightheaded, Hassan was eager to return to the ground. He moved hastily towards Abbas al-Benali, who landed nearby, his ears ringing as he did so.

"Someone's died, bludger right to the face," he hissed to his friend quickly in Arabic, not knowing if the nearby British player was supposed to know. Hassan himself probably wasn't, at least not yet, but the seeker had to let either the news at or his breakfast.

  

Abbas wasn't sure what had happened, being far below the height of the box at the time of the incident. He rose to try and get a better look, but it was no use. The box was not terribly damaged, but the screams its spectators emitted momentarily drowned out the roars of the crowd. It was not long before the players froze, and not long after that the match was officially halted.

"Died?" he hissed in Arabic after Hassan had flown to meet him. Dread filled him. Was there some rule that the death of a spectator would result in the immediate end of a match? Had they lost because a British beater misfired his bludger? He doubted it, but that begged the question: what was doing to happen?

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Zakarya grinned victoriously as he finally battered Bixby, once again managing to break the fellow's kneecap(s). What were the British doing that their kneecaps were so vulnerable?! He'd never broken so many in such a short space of time in his entire life! Perhaps the British were genetically predisposed to weak knees? They did have a remarkably unhealthy pallor that made him wonder that they ought to playing something as rough as quidditch in the first place.

It seemed his hit was very well timed for almost as soon as it smashed into Bixby timeout was called. Had it really been all that bad? He'd seen that the bludger had gone into the stadium and figured it had hit someone but he was starting to sense something ominous in the air, as though it was more than a spectator merely getting a little bruised up. He reluctantly descended to the ground where he swiftly dismounted and trotted after his teammates. He didn't like being stopped mid-game, especially when he was responsible for half the injuries on the opposite team. At least they were leg injuries, they'd have a hard time hobbling after him to pick a fight. "What's going on? Why've they stopped the match?" The Arabic came flowing out in a hectic mess of syllables as he caught up with Sabri and al-Benali.

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It was too late for Rufus for a time out to be called. No matter what he did he couldn't shake the blduger and the damned thing hit in straight in the knee. Pain seered through Rufus as he clenched his jaw from making any noise, clutching the quaffle in his pain.

He did hear the call for a timeout and gratefully flew down to the ground. He looked at Robins, the closest teammate to him, to see if he could gauge her reaction to the state of things, or rather find out the state of things.

  

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So the match would not go on.

Lachlan suddenly felt nauseous. They didn't pause a game for nothing, and certainly not the Quidditch World Cup. It was his fault, of course, and no matter how accidental it had been, something had happened. Something bad.

He landed on the pitch, his eyes seeking the coach rather than an official or a team-mate. He needed to know what had happened—what he'd done—everyone else figured it out.

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Esteban had not been able to see what had happened exactly. He just knew someone had been hurt by a bludger and it must be bad for the game to be halted. He landed on the ground and went near MacFusty, the one who had whacked the bludger that had caused all this as he waited for someone to come inform them about what was going on and what would now happen.

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