[ She lets out a yelp as she stumbles to her knees, against her better judgement - whatever that may be. Pebbles dig against her skin, scraping it; her heart beats wild, feral in her chest. ]
You dare -
[ The first attempt arced high as she fell, but she's nothing if not stubborn - this true in reality and in this form.
The gloves come off. Hermione does not have what it takes to kill, Avada not familiar on her tongue now either, but she wants to maim. The hunt isn't for the satisfaction of a kill, after all.
It's for being good at the fighting.
The next attack isn't a disarming spell, it's what the name implies: an attack. If it lands, it will knock him back into the tree behind him, hard enough to hurt, but not enough to knock him out. If it hits. ]
no subject
You dare -
[ The first attempt arced high as she fell, but she's nothing if not stubborn - this true in reality and in this form.
The gloves come off. Hermione does not have what it takes to kill, Avada not familiar on her tongue now either, but she wants to maim. The hunt isn't for the satisfaction of a kill, after all.
It's for being good at the fighting.
The next attack isn't a disarming spell, it's what the name implies: an attack. If it lands, it will knock him back into the tree behind him, hard enough to hurt, but not enough to knock him out. If it hits. ]