Jamal filed in alongside the other players, he was in better shape than some of the players, all of his limbs were working. The fact that the match had been called to a halt told all of the players how serious the situation was, and it seemed to confirm the rumours they had traded amoung themselves after they had landed. So this wasn't a case of someone taking a nasty bludger whack, a war wound to boast of in bar stories for years to come. The woman must be, as they had suspected, dead. That sent a shiver down his spine. It was easy when playing in magically padded equipment to forget how nasty the bludgers could be, or how, if one went haywire how serious of an incident it could be.
'It's as bad as it seems then?' Jamal asked, leaning against a wall his arms folded across his chest. There were not enough seats in the room for all of them, but between the women and the injured he wasn't in desperate need of a seat, even if the adrenaline draining from his body had given his legs a rubbery quality.
'It's as bad as it seems then?' Jamal asked, leaning against a wall his arms folded across his chest. There were not enough seats in the room for all of them, but between the women and the injured he wasn't in desperate need of a seat, even if the adrenaline draining from his body had given his legs a rubbery quality.