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[b][Color=Steelblue]Featuring the[/color][Color=DarkMagenta] Pearson Siblings[/Color][/b]
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The night hadn’t gone exactly as expected. If anything, it was less than what the Pearson siblings could have bargained for. What was supposed to be an evening of bonding for the coven; turned into drama, chaos, a petrified cursed leader, tanner magical barrier being down and now danger standing in their own coven house. Yep, not exactly your average coven party. It certainly was more than Tristan thought he’d have to deal with during one evening. But he supposed there was one good thing that came out of the party. Seeing Cat again. Lydia’s views were probably more so mixed…than that of her brother’s about the evening. Most likely distracted by something or someone; as per usual. But one thought they had was similar; both were glad to see Cat had returned to Tanner.

With everyone crowded in the dining hall; Tristan noticed that his sister looked a bit on the tipsy side. Of course Lydia had snuck stronger drinks behind his back after Cat went off to mingle with other coven members, before they were called in here. How much Lydia drank? He could only take a guess. His sister always had her ways of sneaking in extra drinks when she wasn’t supposed to.

It seemed like everyone’s attention was glued on the intruders; The eldest of the Pearson siblings was listening carefully…very carefully, to Lucien's demands….followed by his threats to hurt anyone in the way. Which was practically everyone in the room. His jaw clenched.

His sister on the other hand was seemingly having a classic Lydia moment; something as always distracted her inside of her head. Or maybe for once, she was thinking hard about this situation that her coven was in; due to Carlisle’s curse. The news had given her chills down the back of her spine. 
At that very moment, his sister seemed to snap from her thoughts, having turned around noticing the company. Or more so..hearing it. 

[Color=DarkMagenta] “I didn’t know we were expecting more gu….ahhh!!” [/Color] As Lydia came face to face, with one of the Werewolves, she let out a loud shriek. Falling backwards as she stumbled away from the beast in shock. Her eyes wide, looking pale; almost like she had seen a ghost. For most coven members; their natural instincts of self defence and protection was kicking in. For Lydia…fear…total fear. And utter helplessness. More vulnerable, due to her lack of magic and even worse so…lack of spells at her disposal. 

It was almost like the Werewolf sensed her vulnerability, it’s claw reaching out to grab at her leg. Claw wrapping around her ankle to drag her closer towards him.

Lydia’s body shifting backwards against the floor, trying to get out of reach. But she wasn’t quick enough. As soon as she felt the claw around her leg…she felt it’s claws slowly sinking in to keep a tight grip on her. Almost terrified to notice the chaos going on around her. But as she laid her eyes on Victor, Lil and Aurora holding their own; Lydia tried to swallow back some of that fear. If they could do it; than anyone could right? Then again, they were more skilled and powerful than she was. Using her other leg; she managed to kick up. Hitting the Werewolf in the face, as he was bending pretty low near her legs. Somehow managing to free herself. She darted behind the nearest male, with a slight limp. Feeling light blood trickling down her ankle.

With a slight snarl, Lydia saw it moving towards her. But it didn’t get too far. As her brother grabbed it by it’s tail. [Color=Steelblue] “Get away from my sister!” [/color] Unlike his little sister; he tried to show no fear. Not wanting them to sniff out any weakness and use it to their advantage. Tristan felt pretty pissed off that one of the Werewolves was going after his sister. Easy prey she was for them. His grip tight against the Werewolf’s tail..so tight it made his knuckles almost turn white. The air around him started to get cold…very cold. His fingertips turned a pale icy blue. The tail of the beast, slowly becoming stiff and turning a different color too; as Tristan was inflicting frost-bite onto it’s tail. Then with a swift kick; his foot collided with the side of the Werewolf. Luckily, being trained in Karate; he knew the right spots to kick. All the while managing to dodge the claw that slashed at him in retaliation. Tristan only let go off the tail, once it was stiff and unpleasant to look at from the frost-bite. Luckily it had spread pretty quickly, from the first contact he had made.

[Color=Steelblue] “You okay Lyd?” [/Color] He asked, trying to make sure his sister wasn’t too hurt. When his sister gave him a slight shaky nod, he gestured to the barrier that was up.[Color=Steelblue] “Get back behind Lil’s Barrier.” [/Color] It wasn’t for discussion. Tristan would much rather take a beating, than his sister. At least, he knew how to defend himself. 

Knowing it was no time to argue, Lydia moved back towards the barrier that Lil had summoned to help keep the coven members safe. As she was shakily moving backwards; she saw the amusement in Lucien’s eyes at how weak she was compared to the others. He himself could use it to his advantage no doubt. Lydia tried not to look in his direction too long. Finding his blue eyes, almost enticing. [Color=DarkMagenta]‘Think Lydia think…do something’[/color] She thought to herself. Not wanting everyone to think that she was utterly useless. Because, she most likely was given the situation. Lydia felt desperate to help out…anyhow. Somehow.

Watching as her brother and the others were taking on the enemies within the coven household. It was chaos; not knowing where to look. Eventually she managed to focus on one of the Werewolves faces. It’s eyes especially. Her face changed to an intense expression; as she maintained eye contact with the creature; despite it fighting the others. In her mind, she was doing her best to imagine what a blind person would feel like; as the light would fade from their eyes, into nothing but blindness. The longer she stared at the creature like that; her spell slowly began to take effect. Lydia just hoped that it’d last long enough for her brother and friends to have the advantage over that one.

Swirling colors that started to dim in the creature's eyes at first made it angry. Angry growls and snarls escaping it. It was like it was seeing bloody freaking rainbows. It certainly was distracting whilst it tried to advance towards the tall dark haired male that was fighting it. But then suddenly it’s vision dimmed…till it was dark. Just nothingness. Stumbling around blindly; it had to rely on it’s other senses for the time being. Whilst it could hear and smell its prey that were scattered around the room. It could not see them.

Unsure how long the spell would hold for; Lydia just hoped that her brother and peers would use it to their advantage; since they had the upper hand against a blind werewolf for the time being.

[Color=DarkMagenta]‘Yay me’[/color] Lydia’s thoughts internally screamed in her head. Feeling a little proud of herself that her spell managed to stick, when she saw that it didn’t fall instantly.

Tristan had a feeling that his sister managed to be of some help; when the werewolf’s growls had changed and his claws flailed about, in chaos as if trying to strike at something. Whatever Lydia did, he hoped she could keep the spell up for a while longer. From his peripheral vision, he noticed Lucien was ready to attack one of his peers with another fire-ball. [Color=Steelblue] “Oh no you don’t!” [/Color] Tristan muttered to himself. And at that moment, the water bottles near Lucien burst. Tristan could even feel the water pipes vibrating beneath his feet. But managed not to have them burst in the wake of his power. The water heavily squirted at Lucien, drenching him from head to toe and dousing the flames of his fireball. The water then hovering mid air, from his magic. Keeping it handy in case he needed it. Although it was slightly wavering, with his concentration being on multiple things.

At the same time, Tristan was dodging the slashes from the werewolf, the best he could. Whilst keeping his eyes in two places at once.

Seeing that the werewolf was in the perfect position, Tristan’s body leaned back from another claw slash. With quick movements; his foot collided against the werewolf again in swift roundhouse kicks. Noting an ache in his legs; from how sturdy his opponent was. But he didn’t show the uncomfortable sensation shooting through his leg. He thought he heard a slight crack in the werewolf’s leg, or was it the floorboards creaking with all the chaos? But something had certainly given away slightly beneath his foot.

Another claw came flying in his direction; but this time he wasn’t so quick to duck. Feeling it against his shoulder. As he Ducked, his leg swiped beneath the werewolf’s. Managing to knock him down on the floor.

Whether or not the werewolf’s senses were coming back, or he managed to get a decent grip on Tristan. He suddenly found himself on his back. Winded, from being slammed against the ground. The water that was still hovering mid-air. Hit the werewolf from the side; with full force. Knocking him off of the Warlock.

With growls, the werewolf began to pound on the ground, trying to grab at Tristan again. But he quickly rolled out of the way. Kicking him forcefully from behind, managing to knock the beast flat on its face for a few moments. Taking it that the beast was still blinded; otherwise might have not been so easy for it to lose its balance.

All the energy building up all around him from the varying spells and combat; Tristan began to use it to his advantage. Magical missiles forming in mid air. All of the magical energy seemed to seep into it. The missiles swam around him, in circles; as they absorbed as much energy as they could. Growing in shape and power. Tristan was getting ready to unleash them when needed. 

It seemed like the werewolf got his vision back; but looked a bit dazed. Shaking it off quickly. It run at Tristan’s friends; having had it’s attention snapped by someone else for the time being. Ready to defend his friends and sister; he unleashed the magical missiles. Watching as the trio of them followed their target. Concentrating on his target; so it didn't hit anyone else by mistake. It was bit of a chase for a few seconds before his magic collided with the werewolf, knocking it away from everyone. Causing a loud thud and slight shaking off the ground beneath.