【 devon fondatore 】
—7 march, 2026— @Tristan Verona —x
—7 march, 2026— @Tristan Verona —x
"Oh, that’s low,” he said, though there was no real complaint in it.
His grip tightened a little on his wand as he shifted his footing again, trying to keep himself steady without making it obvious how aware he still was of the edge behind him. His pulse hadn’t settled properly in a while now, each near miss and shove only winding him up more, but Tristan’s expression made it hard to feel properly annoyed about any of it. If anything, Devi looked more awake now than he had at the start of practice, all sharp eyes and restless energy.
Then he caught the look on Tristan’s face, that smug little challenge in it. For a moment, a shadow seemed to cover his friend's eyes, but it was gone so quickly he was sure it was his imagination. His grin pulled wider. “All your attention, huh?” he echoed, eyebrows lifting as if he were giving that very serious consideration. “Well, that makes me feel special. Alright, then,” he said, voice a little more focused now, though the smile hadn’t gone anywhere. “Since you asked so nicely... Flipendo!”
Tristan was pushed back again as Devon bounced on his toes, enjoying duelling on the edge (literally). "We're getting quite good at this. D'ya think Luke won his duel against that Floranti girl?"
His grip tightened a little on his wand as he shifted his footing again, trying to keep himself steady without making it obvious how aware he still was of the edge behind him. His pulse hadn’t settled properly in a while now, each near miss and shove only winding him up more, but Tristan’s expression made it hard to feel properly annoyed about any of it. If anything, Devi looked more awake now than he had at the start of practice, all sharp eyes and restless energy.
Then he caught the look on Tristan’s face, that smug little challenge in it. For a moment, a shadow seemed to cover his friend's eyes, but it was gone so quickly he was sure it was his imagination. His grin pulled wider. “All your attention, huh?” he echoed, eyebrows lifting as if he were giving that very serious consideration. “Well, that makes me feel special. Alright, then,” he said, voice a little more focused now, though the smile hadn’t gone anywhere. “Since you asked so nicely... Flipendo!”
Tristan was pushed back again as Devon bounced on his toes, enjoying duelling on the edge (literally). "We're getting quite good at this. D'ya think Luke won his duel against that Floranti girl?"
Round 11
Action: PushDevi Sorcery Roll: 21 vs Tristan's Agility Roll: 19
Current positions:
X
-3 [Devi]
-2
-1
0
+1
+2 [Tristan]
+3
X