Harry Potter: Vel'ilstaer: Stormraven
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Grog and Kevdak entered the arena, both of them succumbed to the bloodlust of the Herd of Storms. The fighting was thick and fierce, as Grog had been robbed of his Bloodaxe and thrown haphazardly to a concealed Keyleth. The two Goliaths had descended into nothing more than a fist-fight; a fight where even there absurdly powerful frames and giant-blooded family relation between them did very little to reduce the damage being dished out by the pair of them.

Grog was slowly being beaten backwards, but in a turn of events turned the tables on his Uncle. Soon enough, it was Kevdak on the metaphorical ropes but nearly on the literal spikes that made the walls of the fighting pit.

Grog's eyes narrowed as Kevdak slammed the gauntlets that adorned his arms together and his height doubled. "What the…"

Kevdak chuckled darkly "These gauntlets, they made absorbing other clans much easier, after I acquired them. Come, nephew…show to me the berserker fury that I do not seem to see in your frame."

Grog's eyes flickered dangerously "I might not be as savage and brutal as you might have wanted Uncle. But do not underestimate my savagery. VOX MACHINA! FUCK SHIT UP!" Then a blistering bloodcurdling primal scream of fury frothed on Grogs lips and lungs as he charged his uncle.

High on a roof, Percy laid in wait. Bad News was out and he aimed at the Herd; specifically, at the largest one holding one of the few remaining denizens of Westrunn. Grogs battle cry, brought forth a tight smirk one that would not appear to far out of place on a noble, he aimed and he fired. His aim was true, Percival de Rolo the Third's first and only shot at his target caused the target's head to explode. Blood, bone and brain matter showered everywhere.

In the moment of Percy pulling the trigger, Keyleth and Vex had taken the moment to heal Grog and begin to churn and guide the surrounding elements and whip them into a terrifying storm.

Pike and Scanlan were about distracting other members of the Herd of Storms and escorting or blessing or guiding the Westrunn Denizens out of harms way. Two members of the herd, fell gurgling and choking on their blood as Vax'ildan, Flametongue and Dagger of Venom slicing neatly and precisely; akin to a serial killing barber across both arteries in the neck.

Vox Machina had started to liberate Westrunn. Not through methods most were expecting but it would be liberated all the same.

(Hogwarts)

The Unkindness checked their gear. In front of them, in various states of damage, although Vel was just throwing another overly ambitious auror onto a three person high pile of aurors.

"Mr. Potter, I trust that will be all of the manhandling of the Aurors?" A reproachful McGonagall asked, a smile evident at the corner of her mouth.

"Physical manipulation…yes. Magical manipulation…not yet. Hermione, help me set up this spell with you, please?"

Hermione sighed "What are we doing?"

"A simple reversal spell…I know, how that sounds. How stupid or bad at simple magics can I be if I require help with something so…simple."

"Except, Mr. Potter the target of what you're reversing isn't so simple is it?"

"Correct, Professor…Care to guess?"

"I…can't say I know what you're planning. Although, I am curious."

Vel grinned and chucked Hermione at blistering pace a bag of iron fillings. Hermione plucked them out of the air, then out of her own pocket launched a lodestone back. Vel, however missed the catch and it slammed into his eye. "You're supposed to be the best seeker in a century…"

"Not all of us can throw objects that break magical resilience…" Vel turned to his teacher.

"This is an old school style of magic, one that requires objects of value. For this particular one, my lovely assistant acquired for us a humble lodestone, and all I acquired are iron fillings."

Hermione with a deft hand sprinkled the fillings around the bodies of the six aurors; neatly packed in two piles of three high. McGonagall watched as Harry, placed the lodestone in the palm of his hand and crushed it into a fine powder before sprinkling it on the sprinkled iron fillings. Vel and Hermione walked around it, nodded and then Hermione slammed her left hand down as Vel slammed his right hand down "REVERSE GRAVITY!"

The Transfiguration Mistress watched in amazement as the Aurors suddenly flew up into the ceiling, there was an orchestra of cracks, crunches and thumps. "Only lasts a minute, or slightly longer depending on how stubborn you are…Anyway, we must be off. We've got to save the world and other extreme sports; not including kissing all the pretty girls and painting everything silver and gold."

McGonagall nodded and a faint tear rolled down her cheeks as some of the more powerful witches and wizards were walking away from her institution. "Will, I see you all again?"

She watched as Harry smiled a weird but yet reassuring smile "We'll all meet again, it's just a matter and manner of time."

McGonagall nodded "If I wish to find you, before the end of my days?"

"Godric's Hollow, extend your magical senses and you'll find our path. Afterwards, enjoy searching for us…For I know not where we shall land, but I do know…"

"There will be disasters, miracles and mixed reputations wherever you tread…Misters Potter, Longbottom, Thomas and Finnegan and Ladies Lovegood and Granger; you six are amongst the greatest to grace these halls. Thankyou, for everything and for staying and fighting."

Harry snorted "I wasn't allowing Tom Riddle to destroy our home. Thus, fighting Tom here and too the death, it was necessary and needed…One moment." He turned and the fading circle sparkled emerald green, fiery red and then shimmering black and the suspended aurors slammed back into the ceiling.

"Spell doesn't last too long, thus more we chat, the longer we need to maintain concentration on it. Thankfully, between the pair of us; it can be held indefinitely…Everyone, time to move…We're going to need the Night Bus, Gringotts and then down to Godric's Hollow. Then we're going to a crack in reality."

"Then onto a new start?"

"Onto a new start." Vel, stated and with that for six them turned and with a brisk pace; trunks in pockets the six of them with Vel'ilstaer out in front, departed the grounds of Hogwarts.

As they left the barriers of Hogwarts, the five servants of the Raven Queen felt their backs itch and burn. Neville without breaking stride scooped Hermione up bridal style as colossal spectral wings appeared from his back and he took to the sky.

(Westrunn)

Kevdak spluttered as Grog, punched him the gut folding the man. Then grabbing his Bloodaxe, that Vax had managed to throw to him. Grog, grabbed the axe and with a bloodcurdling scream buried the axe into Kevdak's head.

"HERD OF STORMS! I! GROG STRONGJAW, SON OF STONEJAW STRONGJAW HAVE BEATEN KEVDAK STRONGJAW IN SINGLE COMBAT! I LEAD THE HERD!" Grog thundered aloud.

The thunderous declaration rumbled and reverberated across Westrunn, quelling any and all fighting both internal and with Vox Machina. Percy smirked from his position on the floor, with his rapier stuck in a fighter's liver, who had been wielding two hand axes. "We've got an army. Time to plan to deal with Umbrasyl."