Into the castle

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Ne'Os sighed this battle was quickly boring him he watched the suits of armor try to attack Matt and Scorpius.

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James continued to siphon off the crowd, as they milled about, seeking to escape. They churned like waves, water looking for holes to breach, ways to escape. Mindless, incapable of control. It disgusted him, and several souls from within his Alchemic Arm. As he saw the number dwindle down, he turned his attention to Matt and Scorpius. It seemed odd that Matt would attack Ne'os outright. Frankly, James' first guess would have been that they were working together. In fact, he was surprised to see Ne'os standing looking, as if to spite them all, bored. His function seemed to be to occupy the two in front of him...

It did not really strike James to think of Ne'os as the distraction. Ne'os caught a lot of attention. Add this to the fact that he had JUST escaped from Azkaban, and seemed totally sane. He would obviously seem like the bigger threat than Kingsley Shacklebolt. James had known of course that Shacklebolt would return. It was part of their plan. Alan had hinted at it on several occasions, he even sent James on that stupid quest to find Death. And while James never won Death's favor, he had at least become acquainted with Ne'os.

He whipped out the blade of his Alchemic Arm, and launched himself at Ne'os once again. With his agility, he could avoid many spells, and still get close enough to Ne'os to talk to him. He had made a large error- he had looked bored. The first sign that he was the distraction.

((god mod me and you lose your whole post Vincent stop spamming Ne'Os is a human vampire so he hasnt lost any abilitys infact he has gained them))


Ne'Os heard James He thought it was odd James had managed to get to where Ne'Os was since he couldnt fly but no matter Ne'Os drew a sword and swung at James using his vampire speed to catch him unawares.


Ne'Os took the moment to look the damage his wife was sitting infront of the throne in ropes. The students were in panic statues where running around and far above he he could hear faint bangs of a duel he could only hope that Shacklebolt won.


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James blocked the blade with the elbow of his alchemic arm. He did not have the speed of a vampire, but he had the blood of werewolf. James liked to think that it helped. He looked up at Ne'os as he landed on the ground. "Ne'os," he snarled, his face contorted, but his eyes sparkling with a different kind of urgency. "Just pretend to fight right now. I'm not trying. This is all an act." It was only then that James realized how stupid that came out to be.

He tensed in a fencing stance. He never actually had the patience to deal with fencing, as it was boring and monotonous. Regardless, he knew a number of stances, thanks to his incessant reading. He began to circle around the Vampire, eyes flashing between the blade and Ne'os' face. Why did he have to fly? It seemed so unnecessarily extravagant.

((I'm sorry, but why would you use a sword when you're flying?))

(because then i have the higher ground)

Ne'Os stabbed down at James he didnt like this person. Ne'Os stopped mid stab and flew even higher up into the air he had a strange feeling like something was trying to break free. But that was impossible his maker was contained permanently. Ne'Os closed his eyes he was strengthening his mental barriers.

"Ne'os," James hissed, frustrated by the man's complete inability to at least pretend. "What the hell?" He looked around to see what was going on around him. Unfortunately, taking advantage of Ne'os pain would work against James on the long run. Imagine what Alan would do if he just took out the distraction. James settled for something a little bit more... unorthodox. James somersaulted directly beneath Ne'os, and clapped his hands on the ground. Four steel walls boxed the two of them into a cubicle-like structure.
"Ne'os, get a grip!"

"Fendfyre" Ne'Os mumbbled the fire melted the a hole into the box which Ne'OS glided out of he aimed his wand back at the crowd below "Stupefy" he said sending a red jet of light at them.

"Oh for crying out-" James cast a spell on his legs, something to fortify them, and leaped from wall to wall. He jumped out of the hole, and turned around to face the Fiendfyre. Was that stuff even a spell? It was an ointment! James grimaced as he clapped his hands onto the burning steel, the alchemic reaction turning the material into solid limestone. It was a pure mineral, and could only be excited on an atomic level. Not even fiendfyre could melt something that was technically un-melt-able.

Then he turned around. Ne'os was stunning brats from the crowd? That was low, especially for him. Did he know anybody? Was he going insane? As if there wasn't enough chaos to contend with. James swore, and sent a simple disarming curse at him knowing that it would have no effect. But honestly, was Ne'os even aware of what he was doing?

The spell hit Ne'Os's shield the shield deactivated Ne'Os payed no mind to it he continued to send stunners at the crowd.

"Ok, that's odd... Expelliarmus!" James cast again, wondering what might happen.