Daisy frowned when her throw did not go through the goals. Then she turned right around and started to follow the Ravenclaw Chasers. Daisy saw that Chase threw too Shina and then flew towards the Quaffle. She reached her hand out and...... O.o.C:
The Eagles of the blue and bronze house were close now, closer than they had been in sometime since the game had started. Ronyo knew there was no way his team could have stayed in control for the entire game, at their level it was not something that was done often. However it did not mean Ronyo could not try and push for a few more moments of Slytherin control.
Seeing daisy dive back and forth for the quaffle had Ronyo looking between the two chasers and going through a small debate in his head. Shina was clearly in the zone now and would likely have the best chance to score should she get close enough, and could find a way past Jasmine. Chase was injured and likely could be taken out with another good shot and would leave the Ravenclaws down a carrier. Trying to bring down Chase could either insight an emotional blow on the blue and bronze team and bring them down a level or cause them to fight on for their hurt player. Firing on Shina might help bring her out of the zone she was in and possibly even make her miss the shot, but Ronyo wagered she would not go down so easily and find a way to push through the pain. Still it would mean two of their chasers would be injured and on the verge of going down. The call came down more to Ronyo’s personal ideas than his strategic logic.
Ronyo moved in with a quick turn and push of more speed to come alongside a bludger close to the stands. The Slytherin Captain made a quick snap turn and whacked the Bludger in the side sending it in an arching trajectory as it spun through the air towards Shina. For Ronyo could bring himself to bring down Chase at this moment.
Since her score, Vanessa had been trailing behind the other chasers beneath them. Watching all the passes made, to try and figure otu the perfect time for her to head in for a steal. The Ravenclaws were drawing closer to their side when the blonde Slytherin pulled her broom upwards in a steal attempt. Silently praying to whatever forces above were listening that it would be once again successful.
Dom issued a low grumble of warning, his ocean blue eyes narrowing with determination as he missed, but just barely, and cut in between their formation. He flipped around, hovering upside down for a moment as he flew, hot on their pursuit. He skidded to a halt in midair as he threw his arm back and swung for Shina once again, even though he knew should be going for Chase, he was just barely clinging to his broom, but he didn't care, he went for her.
Her teammates were nothing more than tiny dots scattered amidst the evergreen grass by now, all around her, was blue. The sky rippled with the excitement of the crowd below, their roaring had never ceased no matter how much she climbed. She had lost Tristain by now, after going over the entirety of the pitch there couldn't be many other places for it to hide- except the great blue sky.
Shina grabbed the quaffle and went for the goals. Taking a moment to make sure the other chasers were clear of the scoring area, Shina faked left, and went right. She lobbed the quaffle as hard as she could, with an extra twist from the hips to add to her force. 'Come on!'...
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Ronyo roared in on his broom coming all the way around his own teams goal area and then out from the side to reach a Bludger he had spotted after his last shot. At this point the best thing he could do was keep up the pressure of fire and hope to add to the stress levels of the opposing team. They had skill in flying Ronyo would give them that but if one stood out in a lightning storm sooner or later they were going to get struck.
With a quick pull up Ronyo skidded into another drift this time to complete the turn at the last second whipping his arm around three hundred and sixty degrees to smash into the bludger and send it hurtling out towards Shina once again. Ronyo could see the girl had made her throw which meant it was in Jasmine's hands now, but Ronyo was going to make sure the Ravenclaw girl did not spend too much time watching her shot.
The motion of the bludger caught Shina's attention. She continued the motion of her hips to spill sideways and down, allowing the bludger to whistle by harmlessly. Danger passed, Shina glanced up to see if she had made the goal.
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Tristain soared across the quidditch pitch, swerving in between the other players that riddled the field like stars against the sky. She stayed low to her broom as to control her speed, her blonde hair whipping all about her face as she zigged this way and zagged th other. Eyes peeled and confidence building, the Ravenclaw was eager to spot the game-winner.
"Love to faults is always blind, always is to joy inclined. Lawless, winged, and unconfined, and breaks all chains from every mind." - William Shakespeare
With a sudden urge, Tristain tugged back on the neck of her broom, sending her and her Nimbus straight up into the sky, her eyes never lingering to long on one place.
As she surpassed the other players, some in green and silver, others in blue and bronze, she slowed her ascent and leveled out, shaking her hair from her face as she did so. Then, with a smirk on her face, she bolted forward, scanning the field to her right as she flew along its outskirts.
"Love to faults is always blind, always is to joy inclined. Lawless, winged, and unconfined, and breaks all chains from every mind." - William Shakespeare
Just as Tristain was about to turn around, her heart fluttered like the wings of a hummingbird, skipping several beats as a shimmer of gold crossed paths with her gaze.
More determined than she had ever been in practice, the Ravenclaw accelerated to her top speed, doing her best to mimic the snitches path as she closed in on it, her eyes two wide open oceans of sapphire blue.
When she was just a a couple of feet away, weaving around the pitch in attempt to stick with the ball, Tristain reached out her hand and surged her broom forward, a smile forming on her face as she predicted the defeat of their opponent.
"Love to faults is always blind, always is to joy inclined. Lawless, winged, and unconfined, and breaks all chains from every mind." - William Shakespeare
Just as her ivory fingers attempted to clasp on to the snitch, the tiny ball zipped to the left, and Tristain forced her broom to do the same. Laughing quietly to herself at the rush she was feeling, the girl dove into a barrel roll, one arm still outstretched in attempt to capture a victory for Ravenclaw.
"Love to faults is always blind, always is to joy inclined. Lawless, winged, and unconfined, and breaks all chains from every mind." - William Shakespeare
