Ignorant as you are of... everything, you don't really notice his puppy's acid saliva dripping to the grass. You're not really worried about her, to be honest. You suppose that, even though she's useless, your boggart thing could probably take her. Whatever. It's not like you need to be doing any fighting right now anyways. You're clearly much better than the drunken fool before you. Whatever source you got that information from is questionable, of course, and yet... you trust your unreliably informants- especially when they say you're better.

But wait... now you're confused. Because he called you we and acted like you belonged together, but now he's talking to you like you still have to answer to him? He's a bigger fool than you thought. But whatever, you'll just have to set him right. Apparently after you get the stick out of your ass, though. But you don't really have any time to get a nonexistent stick out of your ass. He stomps the ground and suddenly you are faced with cracking ground and rising rocks. If there is one thing in this earth you don't like, it's floating rocks.

Well, you actually just made that up right now, but it's true, you're finding. Good thing you've gotten so used to overreacting. You barely have time to throw your head up, still catching several chunks of dirt across your cheek, before you are bombarded with soil and stone to the chest. You squeal in annoyance and surprise, not really sure what to do. It's an entirely unpleasant feeling, you decide, as you feel bruises begin to form almost immediately. Blood begins to trickle down your chest and your back and you stumble backwards over what dirt has fallen all around him.

A few steps later, when you finally gather your balance, you narrow your eyes and release your own sort of magic- your blood magic. He wants to play that game? You wait to watch him struggle to breath, to gasp for air and oxygen, where you know no amount of gasping will help. A mildly amused smirk crosses your lips as you shake yourself off, wincing from the pain of the new-found bruises, before stepping forward.

“Somebody forgot to tell you you're not the only asshole in charge, I see.” You sort of snort at him, waiting for him to recover from your magical assault, and then look him straight in those creepy ass eyes. “Anyways, I distinctly remember you calling me here, so you say what you need to say.” And then you can go back to hating him from afar. An odd couple you two are indeed. As for you doing any good for the herd... maybe not. But you'll do pretty good for yourself, you suppose.


OOC| Dark x Water Magic: Able to burst red blood cells, causing reduced hemoglobin levels therefore signs of anemia and oxygen deprivation. Symptoms include muscle cramping, shortness of breath, increased heart rate, disorientation and fade after 30 seconds.