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▐ Sebastian Amersis, better known as Ram to all, can barely contain his glee; a wide smile is stretched across his masked face, his eyes glint with anticipation, and excitement seers through his veins. He's restless, fidgeting, his feet shuffling in place while his hand twirls his wand in endless circles. Battle, that's what he was waiting for. The heat of the battle, the trading of fatal spells, the boom of destruction, and the giddy feeling of knowing he's won. He craves it, and the last few minutes before he and his fellow unmentionables are called to fight are almost unbearable.
Any close to the Egyptian might be able to catch muttered phrases; whispered words that half resemble spells they might already know. Ram is reciting is new creations, sorting through them aloud to determine which home-made spell he wants to test out first and what proven enchantments he'll use again. His wand sparks anxiously in his hand, knowing it isn't being called upon to cast magic, yet just as eager as its owner to begin expelling a hail of harmful enchantments.
"Inflamus-millius" Ram mutters, before shaking his head and mentally striking the spell from his list. The last time he'd used that incantation Ram had ended up with his arm inflated and floating helplessly above his head. The only thing that had stopped it disappearing into the sky like a child's lost balloon had been the bones and muscle keeping it connected to his shoulder. Though perhaps if he were to tweak the angle of his wand when the spell was spoken, twist it left instead of right or...
Ram's thoughts are pulled from his spell by the signal he's been waiting for all day. A giggle bubbles from his lips, earning the wizard a glare from the intimidating figures beside him. Ram pays them no mind, his fever for battle growing to all new heights as those around him begin to apparate or kick off the ground on brooms. With a last exuberant cackle, Ram follows suit, twisting on the spot and propelling himself into that space in-between where his body is crushed and pulled, before a loud 'pop' heralds his arrival in Diagon Alley.
The resistance are already there, waiting with wands raised and lethal spells falling from their lips. Ram has only just found his feet when a spell of purple and gold hits him square in the chest. He's sent flying, the air knocked out of his lungs leaves him speechless, and when he falls through a shop window and into a display of copper cauldrons all he can do is cough and gasp in a hasty breath. His opponent pursues him, her robes a hurricane of movement as she swings her wand around and points it at his chest. Ram is faster. Even lying prone amid broken cauldrons with his lungs struggling to breath and bruises developing all across his body, he still manages to raise his wand and croak out the first spell that comes to mind,
"Inflamus-millius."
He's only half sure that it will work, yet when it is his rival's arm that begins to swell to extraordinary sizes and not his own, Ram lets out a whooping cheer. The resistance witch attempts to recover, but her fingers are now to fat to grasp her wand and it falls to the ground with a clatter. Ram pushes himself up to his feet, eyes wide and eager as he watches her arm beginning to lift as if filled with the muggles' helium. He doesn't hesitate to raise his wand again and repeat the spell, being careful to flick his weapon precisely as he had done before. The spell hits her chest, the third incantation her legs, and with an exultant giggle Ram watches with glee as the witch becomes a human balloon. Disappointingly she's too heavy to do much more than raise a few inches off the pavement, but that's still enough for Ram. With a clap of his hands he gives her a shove and watches as she floats down the street.
The Egyptian wizard watches for a moment, clapping his hands happily and letting forth another bubbling laugh. His gleeful chuckle is, sadly, cut short. With a flash of red another spell flies towards Ram, looking deadly in its intent. Ram ducks, at the same time rising and twitching his wand to send his retaliation back at the hulking resistance member. His counter-spell sends a stream of multi-coloured bubbles at his opponent, innocent and harmless until they come into contact with anything solid, which is when...
xxxxx Boom!
The grenade bubbles, as Ram enjoys calling them, go off much like their mortal namesake. Pieces of dirt and stone fly up into the air as one flying sphere makes contact with the ground, while another almost lands on a nearby lamp post and sees glass and wire thrown into the mess. This is another spell of Ram's invention, and he's eagerly awaiting the results of a collision with a person when a stray breeze blows towards him. The bubbles turn at the whim of the wind, and before Ram has time to react several land at his feet. The explosion is almost deafening given Ram's proximity, and for the second time that day he's sent flying.
The copper cauldrons cushion his fall again, though 'cushioning' is perhaps an exaggeration as he's left in more pain due to the awkward landing. A grunt escapes his lips as his body protests, pain shooting up his arm and more bruises quickly developing across hi body. Despite the pain however, the unmentionable doesn't hesitate to push himself back to his feet, laughing with a mad glint in his eye as he once again face his opponent. At least now he knows first hand what happens when the grenade bubbles explode.
RPG
