Thread: Black Wands (ThomasRHellsing and Lady Vi)

Thomas chuckled, Iva, Draco has been in not one, but two massive magical battles in the last 24 hours. He fought the twins who are tricksie, and Granger. Draco might be the leader, but he's not a super power house like Voldemort, or Potter or even me. Draco makes up for lack of power with skill. Close your eyes and think for a moment, we're in combat, what do me and Drake do? Standing up slowly he pantomimed it, I throw spells as soon as I can. Nasty curses the second out of three always a slowish acting but lethal curse. An eyeball exploder, or a bowel exploder, a heart shrivel cruse, or a transfigure blood into glass curse. I do that because such curses are an agony filled death. So the people around the person his stop fighting and start trying to counter. In a one on one fight, I go more focused, summoning and banishing things at a target. Conjuring and transfiguring things as I can. But Draco? Draco isn't me. Draco was raised as a duelist, so while I'm fast and furious. Thomas's body language changed. Where Thomas's style was like a martial artist, bouncing on the upper part of his feet, wand leading his body, but the let side also visible. Now he looked almost like a fencer, his whole body facing side ways, his wand leading. His other hand actually on his hip. He looked like a fencer, Draco prefers to hold his magic, a lancea here or a severing curse there. He'll throw only lethal curses at vital targets. In a bulk duel, he'll chain spells together I ounce saw him throw a dozen spells, about a quarter are joke jinxs, but dangerous enough if you get hit in a fight, with two more quarters of them being summoning, floating, or slashing spells. Then finally a few dark curses bone shredders, gut rippers etc. Thomas returned to the bed, I'm tired. The duel with Potter drained me, and then the duel with the suicide squad pushed me hard. I'm down to a quarter of my reserves, and my magical core is 3 to 4 times Draco's. Of course mine is six times the Average wizards, and Voldemort's core is about 8 times the average wizards. According to Voldemort Albus's is 7, and Potter's is 9. Of course when have the do gooders ever taken a day off? A core is like any other muscle, pushing it and letting it heal means it gets stronger, pushing it without letting it heal makes it weaker. But cores tend to recharge faster the bigger they are. Thomas returned his wand to it's holster, I don't doubt Draco's dead to the world for an hour or two. Part of why I figured it would be safe to talk now. The pepper up artificially replenishes my core, but I'll sleep hard tonight. Thus why you are going to be on guard duty after our rough sex. He decided he'd put off answering her question long enough, Known? About 5 minutes, you have a horrible poker face. Suspected, well when we first met. I don't trust easily, if Draco pulled off a rubber mask and it turned out he'd been Potter this whole time I wouldn't be shocked. But, was more then just paranoid and actually aware? Our 8th time together, you remember that? I asked you to take Bella's form so I could fuck the bitch. You didn't quite take Bella's form, of it was similar, but their was something off, then I realized she didn't have all the same scars. Later on I realized you were probably taking the form of a pre death eater Bella. The sort you as a daughter of her sister would see alot. Then I realized I'd never seen you and Bella in the same room. She once said that Blacks were eachothers weaknesses, that black blood spoke to black blood. You've never looked Bella in the eyes have you? You're sure deep down inside she'd know. So when you take her form it's what you think she'd look like rather then exactly what she looks like. Shrugging he said, I knew for sure something was up with your excuse of why you kept your morph powers secret. Thomas raised an eyebrow, You think Marie will care. Remember me and Malfoy both train shirtless. I doubt Marie will care at all. Besides we need to get a bit serious again. Twenty four people attacked me and Draco, that's a decently large number. Where did they come from? Who were they? You and Marie tend to play more fair then me and Draco do. He pulled a flask from his chest, and showed it to her, the vial was hot to the touch, the contents were a bright neon green. He smirked, Greek Fire, when the battle started I threw a flask of it at one of the nearby buildings and alleys. Hard to focus on a duel if your burning to death. We're going to have to be fully kitted up anywhere we go for awhile. Oh that reminds me. He opened a wand box, allowing her to see his new wand, What do you think? Draco slowly blinked his eyes. His pocket watch buzzed lightly, it had been an hour. He decided he needed a shower before he went to face the troops. Draco slid his boxers off, opening the bathroom door. It spoke of how tired he was that he forgot he'd put protection charms up. Lazily he half stumbled to the showerbath as he moved the curtain he froze. Seeing Marie in all her glory made his cock throb and stand up straight. It had been awhile since he'd shared his bed with anyone. He tried to get his brain to say something.