Me and malfoy are on the middle of the white room, the light over us is gradually dimming but still well present.
The beds are far away from us and we both have a lot of place to move around, the other are all busy doing...I don't know.
But I can't really focus on them now, I push back against malfoy charge as he tries to grab the back of my neck, I don't know how to grapple, but with all his fancy ass techniques, I'm starting to think he knows how.
Using my superior build I grab both of his hands and push them away from me, he rush at my left leg that stand in front and encircle both of his arms on it.
Oh I'm flying.
So you may wonder, how did I finish here, well really it's simple, it all started when Malfoy asked me if I wanted to spar with him, I accepted.
We both roll on the ground, and I can litterally only use my bigger strength as a way to push him off from the top position.
I do the strange thing he did too me earlier, I arch my hips, thrusting up, and clumsily push him off to my right side, I only managed that because I'm stronger.
Really, that spar wasn't much of a spar, at the start at least. At the start malfoy had an injured shoulder because of that crazy door.
I jump at him, I have no plan really, I'm just following my insitincts while holding back as much as I can too avoid injuring him by mistake, he however, clearly has a plan.
Doing his black magic kinda shit, he stop me with both of his feet stopping my charge on my hips, and as I rush on top of him, he dissapear from my sight, black magic I told you!
He already did a lot of things alone, to see how much his shoulder has recovered. And apparently it almost was, that's what he say, but he still was careful. He wanted to see if his shoulder would give up on him against heavy resistance.
Well, it may not be magic, I'll admit, but he clearly have spider ancestry, he didn't dissapeared, he grabbed my shirt?
I think? And fucking climbed on my back, before I can even figure what's happening one arm is starting to squeeze on my throat, both of his legs are locked on my waist hugging them tightly.
His chest on my back.
And I'm falling again.
Malfoy, making his ancestry proud, mantain the position even as we fall on his back with my weight on him, from who know where I manage to shove my hand inside one of his forearm to reduce the choke intensity.
And then, like a crazy beyblade I push against his arm with the majority of my strength, before moving away as fast as possible, I can feel him getting thrown off my back.
Clearly, he was just crazy, because we started by moving and grappling a bit. Just gently together, to see if his shoulder could handle it, and quickly...his shoulder handled it, intensity climbed up and...
We both scramble up in a better position, which mean standing.
I almost slip on sweat and take a deep breath as I stare at malfoy, sweaty too, he stare back, I'm sweaty too, it's been a while since we started, he look at me with as much concentration as humanly possible, and I give him the same attention.
And now here we are.
He stand up, straighter this time, I do it too, he wipe his face, I do the same "you never trained grappling?" I shake my head "Nope"
He nod thoughfully "you learn fast" I roll my shoulders "more like I abused my weight"
"size is a factor any fighter should account for" true. His sword appear in front of him. After a whisper. he grab it. "I wish to see if my sword would leave my hand against an impact"
Hmmm would be annoying if this happen.
Taking back my spear, I turn it toward the polished wood side, and malfoy keep the scabbard on.
Slowly but safely, he change his grip from his right hand, to his left one, and change the way his feet are too.
Left hand with the sword in it in front, same as his left feet, I nod in front of me, above me, and he frown, understanding me, he nod back.
Both of our attacks meet toward the spot I nodded at, malfoy do some fancy cool ass shit, and attack the wood of my spear as I just dig in the groud and swing like a madman, our weapons meet, I send his go far away and he go back on his original guard, I look at him, curious.
He nod. Well looks like my swordman is back in fighting condition.
We keep testing the waters a little bit, and malfoy is clear on his judgement "tommorow I'll be able to fight without much trouble"
"let's tell them"
I answer and walk toward the rest of the group, my spear dissapear from my hand the second I take a step forward but I can hear malfoy whipsering "inventory" before his own weapon dissapear.
Need more practice.
The three remaining ones are talking together, well, talking while legolas is working on her bow, she seems a bit obssessed with it since the goblin attack.
Mousy is mindlessly practicing with her inventory...too mindlessly if feelings really matter.
She won't progress like that.
And badass grandpa is resting on his bed, sometimes adding to their conversation, he's the first one that see us coming back.
He nod at us and Annie just after say "Annnnd they are baaaaaack"
She like elongating her words for some reason, Jenna smile at us and I decide to bring the news first.
"we'll test the doors tommorow"
Jenna look back at me again, same for Annie, and balrow don't react, like he already knew that.
I walk toward my bed as Jenna answer first
"I'm ready"
And Annie keep up with "you're always ready, just like me!"
I don't even need to ask balrow, I already know his answer, grabbing my single pillow on my bed I nod at malfoy.
"Anything to do?"
He sit on his bed and nod
"it depend" I throw the pillow at him, he block it "I want you, to throw that pillow at me"
Annie helpfully bring up "ANOTHER WAR!"
"No"
I answer and ignore her defeated cries, I just look at malfoy, and without much hesitation he throw it back at me fast.
I tend my hand, this pillow is on my way.
It break my bad guard and slam itself on my face, I hear mousy laugh like a dying man, as the pillow fall off my face and land on my feet.
It dissapear on my inventory, Jenna supress one of her smile and balrow look at me and say.
"It will need more practice" thanks captain badass grandpa obvious, I got that.
Malfoy raise a single eyebrow at me and I answer his question while taking out the pillow "I'm trying to stock projectiles" like I did with that bullet.
"I see"
I throw the pillow at him again, and he throw it at me again, I focus, harder, this time I vocalize, inventory, inventory, inventory.
It slam on my face.
Mousy laugh again, I grab the pillow and throw it at her.
Malfoy add to balrow words while mousy scream. "it will require a lot more practice"
Clearly it will.
"Mousy pillo-!" Before I can finish a pillow fly toward me, I grab it and only after I controlled it, when it's unmoving, without any force or energy filling it, only then does it go back in my inventory.
"let me throw again" mousy voice sounds...bloothirsty, before I can answer, she throw me her own pillow.
This time I punch it and try to put it in the inventory while I hit it, it just go flying because of my punch.
"Wayyyyyyyyyyyy more practice"
"you're so helpful mousy"
"thank you!"
I kick the pillow and the second it touch my foot it dissapear in my inventory "I'm keeping your pillow"
"wait wait wait you can't do that!"
As I rejoice silently in the screams of fear of mousy, I throw a pillow at malfoy again under the watching eyes of legolas and badass grandpa.
Let's keep practicing for a while, and tommorow...we'll see about those doors.