<div align="center"><em>Barty Crouch Dueling with Damion Mutanda - With Bastien Bagnold.<strong> All others welcome to observe</strong></em></div><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=95611.msg4240552#msg4240552">Quote from: Michi No Sora on 09-02-2011, 19:47:13</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"I adore a <em>good</em> duel, but I've yet to meet a Giant that can manage one of those." </blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>Barty laughed, high and wild, the excitement of the coming fight tickling him from skin to soul. "No, indeed. They're more inclined to crushing what's in their path with pure force." He hadn't seen many of the giants of the Dark Lord's army, most of them fallen already to the Aurors, though the few he<em>had</em>crossed paths with were slow minded and dim.<br/><br/>His glee dampened after a few moments as sense crept through his mind. "Yet it would not do to underestimate..." Barty didn't know much about the half-giant or what he was capable of, but the fact remained he was a wizard with a wand and so more dangerous than his Giant relations.<br/><br/>It was stupidly easy to find the man, lumbering about, concentrating his attention of a muggle he was transfiguring. He watched this, tilting his head and realising he was not going to be such a simple task after all. Transfiguration was rather tricky and human transformation the trickiest of all, demanding great mental concentration, a deep well of power and graceful hand motion.<br/><br/>"<em>Him,</em>" Barty hissed suddenly, realising who it was. No, of course it had to be Damion Mutanda, that disgusting boy he had been at Hogwarts with. "Oh, I'm going to enjoy this," he growled softly. Damion had time and again attempted to best Barty in Transfigurations, Potions, Defence Against The Dark Arts. It had always been so satisfying to claim the top marks, but after a time the part-giant would lash out and had once pushed Barty from one of the moving staircases after a lesson.<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=95611.msg4240552#msg4240552">Quote from: Michi No Sora on 09-02-2011, 19:47:13</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"> "Mind if I watch?" he whispered very softly, "I enjoy watching..."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>Barty's eyes moved off his target to the other male, a grin catching his mouth. "Why Mister B, delinquent<em>and</em>perverted? Tut tut, what would mother-dear think?" He couldn't help but tease, though careful not to name his companion even in a whisper. "I do enjoy putting on a performance. And I dare say some of the others might show an interest."<br/><br/>He walked forwards, not trying to hide himself, knowing that would alert his school-mate to danger. He was worried the brute might shout his name out, if he recognised him - voiceless spellcasting, then. More difficult, but he couldn't give himself away.<br/><br/>As Barty approached, Damion was elongating the muggle's neck, more and more, laughing harder and harder as he did so, the muggle man flailing and trying desperately to drag his head back down to his shoulders by tugging on his ears. It was a wonderful piece of spellcraft, but Barty hated it just for being cast by the large youth. As Barty lifted his wand, Damion turned towards him, as if expecting Barty to join in or compliment - but his laughter choked in his throat when Barty's silent Conjunctivitus Curse hit him hard.<br/>