Sebastian couldn't think. He just threw up shield after shield after shield, wondering when the fuck he would get a chance to throw any sort of offensive spells back at Christopher. How did people duel all the time! How did they duel and survive all the time? Sebastian had always been for the 'peace and love' movement and had never thought once about literally fighting the good fight, but now! He was stuck right in the middle of a duel he most definitely was going to lose, and it wasn't even on a mission for the Order.
He was proving to be quite the useless member.
Since using magic was proving fruitless because he was still getting hit by some of the affects of the spells he was barely avoiding, Sebastian ducked behind another garbage bin and tried to take a breath. That was also proving rather difficult as Christopher didn't see the need of having a break throughout his volleys of spells, so----Sebastian's eyes narrowed as he managed to turn on some sort of defense mechanism in his body that wasn't duck and cover.
Right, the stupid muggleborn was going to go bloody neanderthal on this high and mighty wizard's ass.
Picking up a nearby brick, Sebastian quickly shot up and threw it as hard as he could at Christopher, and with much more agility than he ever thought he could have, Sebastian regained his wand in the proper hand and shot reducto, reducto! up at the bricks along the alleyway's walls, hoping to have them rain down on his attacker.
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