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Jan 31, 2011 21:03

[…whose forge is this? Lupin's? Isn't he in a coma?

Guess there's nothing like some morally unambiguous combat to wake you up in the morning.

The forge is lying on the ground. Nearly off the right edge of view, the street with a beeline back to the clinic is strewn with rubble. The center of the screen is chaos: people running, taking cover, taking up arms. Nearly off the left edge: a battle.

Lupin is at an intersection in the public market; barefoot, wearing clinic-issue pyjamas and dressing gown, wand in hand, and almost unrecognisable. The man who usually shuffles and limps is whipping around with incredible speed and precision. If you can see his face through the flurry, it's intent, uncreased by its usual thoughtfulness, looking younger, less kindly, just… like a different person. (In expression, more like the broadcast image of Sirius. Who, after all, was more comfortable with the idea of violence for catharsis…)

There are golems on all sides. Most are decked with debris: things that people have thrown at them, clubbed them with; remains of stalls and merchandise that the golems must have torn or just walked through; the stains of violence they've already done…

Whichever golem you're looking at, it's about to change.

Lupin's shouting at them, with each directed slash of the wand:

Defodio! - a chunk of golem gouged out. If the spell gets through a leg, the golem will topple. With multiple shots, or one exceptionally good one, the golem's structure is so weakened, Anatolians can jump it and take it down.

Locomotor Statua. - a golem plucked up into the air as if by a great, invisible hand. Lupin swings his wand, the levitated golem follows the arc, and is sent crashing into several others.

Expulso- - a golem explodes. The whole battle should be really short if…? But it becomes quickly apparent, going by the surrounding stalls, that Lupin can only do this to the golems farthest away from people, or else hit them with shrapnel.

There's a new, distinct scream. Enter into the forge's field, a small golem who's grabbed up a child. Lupin breaks off everything else and levels his wand at the golem's head. "Piertotum Locomotor!"

The golem stops. It turns to look at Lupin, who orders, "Put him down." The golem does so abruptly-so much so, the boy could have been hurt just by that, but judging from the discolouration on the golem's limbs, there are worse ways to be manhandled by one. Lupin's wand then points to a few larger golems. The small golem obeys the unspoken command: it launches itself at its fellows, merrily clobbering away.

This last spell only seems to work on the littler guys. These, if they aren't taken apart by the larger ones, will eventually fall out of Lupin's control and go even more berserk than before.

So exploding them can be as dangerous to the Anatolians as their attacks, and trying to control them too frequently could make things worse… and Lupin seems to be tiring…

the courage of the Anatolians turns the tide. As Lupin weakens or cripples enough of the golems, the surrounding people grab whatever's to hand, included pieces of other defeated statues, and bring the last of the group down.

For a few minutes, everybody stays tense, panting very loudly in the sudden silence. Eyes turn to Lupin. He finishes scanning the area, lowers his wand, and promptly slumps to his knees. He's obscured from view by a rush of people. They seem to be taking him back toward the clinic.

The forgescreen goes completely dark as a hand engulfs it. When the hand lifts again, the forge is higher up, held straight-on, and being stared into by the ashen face of the boy Lupin saved.

The boy gawks and shrieks,]

Wasn't that cool?!?!

[ooc: permissions here! If anyone asks: no one's sure how Lupin arrived in the fray (maybe there was an attack on the clinic? others' choice; he could have just heard what was going on and finally had his attention caught by something in this world again). He tried some things before starting to fight: talk to them, yell at them, then some nonsense words that didn't seem to do anything (finite and revelio, see link). I decided evanesco wouldn't be an instinctive battlefield spell for him; however, if anyone wants to run into an accidentally invisible golem, we can say he did it!]

!remus lupin, event: incantation

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