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[Ian Hunt]

"You're sorry? Logan, you don't have any concept of the word." I growl hatefully.

[Logan Andrews]

I offer him my wand again, "A sign of good faith. Take it."

[Ian Hunt]

I take his wand, feeling a little better than he was unarmed.

[Logan Andrews]

"I'm serious this time. I understand. Please forgive me, Christopher." I say quietly, sincerely.

[Ian Hunt]

"Logan ... I- ..." I stop and sigh heavily, realising it was best to forgive, "Promise me. Promise me this is finished."

[Logan Andrews]

I smile, gripping him by the shoulder, "Ceci est fini. Je jure."

[Ian Hunt]

I half-laugh, "Bon homme."

[Logan Andrews]

I move my hand back, shaking my arm slightly so my spare knife slipped down my sleeve to my hand, still gripping hold of his shirt with the other so our noses were almost touching, then not moving away from him, keeping our faces centimetres apart, I ram the knife into his chest, aiming for a fatal point. "Well, now it's finished."

[Ian Hunt]

I freeze, coldness spreading from the point of impact, a shudder running through me, blood running down my skin, "You-...missed." I gasp, finding it hard to draw breath, "Painful-...n-n-not-...fatal." I manage a triumphant smirk through the blinding pain.

[Logan Andrews]

"Go ahead and heal it then, Hero." I smirk, twisting the blade malevolently.

[Ian Hunt]

I roar in agony, gripping his shoulder painfully so my knuckles were white, slumping up against him involuntarily.

[Logan Andrews]

I twist the blade again, then wrench it out of his chest, pushing him backwards to the floor.

[Isabella Knox]

I stand up in the stands, shocked at what had just happend, wanting to go run over and help, but knowing i could do nothing without my wand. Knowing i'd most likely make things worse.

[Ian Hunt]

I hit the ground with a thud, the coldness turns to numbness and my back goes completely rigid. Then it feels like a burning aching explosion is taking place where the knife is and I shudder with pain, fist clenching on the grass next to me.

[Logan Andrews]

I smirk, "Now that is funny. Foolish Chris...and you know what's more funny? You were the one who taught me not to trust people. And you're going to die because you trusted me. Yep yep. That is funny." I smirk, watching him struggle to draw breath on the ground in front of me, then glance up at Isa, watching in horror, "Boo!" I laugh over at her, "That was scary, huh?"

[Isabella Knox]

"You're a coward!" I manage to croak back. "Too much of a coward to fight fair."

[Ian Hunt]

I attempt to push myself up off the ground but don't get far before everything starts spinning so I just give up, lying there, not even having the energy to insult him anymore.

[Logan Andrews]

"Coward?" I muse, before glancing back down at him, struggling on the ground, "I can live with being a coward. See, I am alive. At this rate, he's not going to be for much longer. I won. Not him. The poor poor hero."

[Isabella Knox]

"You win do you? What do you win? What is there to gain from taking another person's life huh?" I shout back, voice cracking. I walk hesitantly towards him and Ian, wanting to help Ian.

[Logan Andrews]

"This is revenge." I smirk, ""He deserves this. And now I feel so much better that he's got what was coming. Nice talking to you, we should do it again sometime. But buh-bye for now."
I apparate off the pitch and away from the place which was too incriminating.

[Isabella Knox]

I wait until i hear the faint pop as he disapperates, before running the rest of the way to Ian, stumbling only slightly before i reached him.
I crouch down next to him, using what was left of my strength to flip him over onto his back.
I grab the wand left loosely in his hand, using it to try and heal him as best as i could.

[Ian Hunt]

"Ow...fuck shit motherfucking ass bollocks wanker..." I mutter, coughing blood onto the grass next to me, but managing to sit up at least.

[Isabella Knox]

"Jesus Ian, i would ask if you're alright, but it would be a pretty stupid question."

[Ian Hunt]

"I could ask..." My breath catches in my throat before I continue, "you the same question."

[Isabella Knox]

"I get worse pain than that every month." I admit bitterly, still wincing in pain as the wind whips harshly against the cuts in my back.

[Ian Hunt]

"I can imagine." I mutter, finding it slightly easier to draw breath but not half as easy as I'd have liked it to be.

[Isabella Knox]

"Here is this yours?" I ask, giving him back the wand that had been in his hand.

[Ian Hunt]

"Logan's." I mutter disgustedly, dropping it again immediately, not wanting to hold it because it was his.

[Isabella Knox]

I mutter incoherent profanities as i heaved myself to my feet, hold out a hand to Ian to help him up.

[Ian Hunt]

I take her hand, hauling myself up mostly and swaying slightly before finding my balance, putting a hand to my chest which was still burning with pain.