Greater Inheritance
Chapter 10 – Training Time
The day progressed quietly as Harry met up with Draco and they muddled their way through lessons. Throughout the day, Draco continuously prodded Harry out of his quiet thinkings, often into minor tiffs.
It wasn't until just after diner that Draco finally found Harry again in his room, quietly doing his homework whilst slouched out on the couch
"You alright, Hero? Or are you still thinking this is your entire fault?" Draco sat on Harry's legs and made himself comfortable.
Harry merely shook his head before pulling the crumpled note out of his pocket and chucking it at the Blonde, all the while continuing to write, the simple quill flitting across the page.
"I'll come with you." Draco folded the note and gave it back to Harry.
The raven haired man again, merely shrugged as he kept writing.
"Has the Hero lost all speech capabilities, or are you just being an arsehole?"
"I'm trying to get this written out while I've got it worked out in my head." Harry's hand continued across the page, and Draco nodded.
Ten minutes (and another 2 feet of parchment) later, Harry completed his work with a flourish.
"You able to talk now?" Draco asked and Harry nodded as he packed his stuff away.
"Ever been to one of these training things before?"
"Nope. Closest was the DA, but I was running that."
They continued their idle chatter as Draco made himself more and more comfortable on the couch with Harry. At around ten to eight they decided to make their way to Dumbledore's office.
"Mr Malfoy, how wonderful for you to join us!" Dumbledore exclaimed upon seeing the two Slytherins enter his office and sit down. "Now, Mr Potter. Harry. I've come to the conclusion, since last night's attacks, that we should begin preparations for the coming war. This means that we should start training you, so that you are better equipped, should you face Voldemort."
Harry heard Draco snort in the background, and Harry smirked. Harry made himself more comfortable in his seat, crossing his legs as he waited for Dumbledore to continue.
"Well. What do you think, Harry?" Dumbledore questioned.
"If you think I need it." Harry replied boredly, arms now crossed over his chest.
"Perhaps just to refine your skills." Dumbledore said carefully. "Would you like to start today?"
"I'm free if you are, or who ever I'm training with is." Harry started staring up at the ceiling, never seeing the immense smirk that graced Draco's face at Harry's antics.
"Yes, for today, I will be taking your training session." Dumbledore stood and moved to a side door. He gestured for the two to follow him as they walked down a dark, claustrophobic corridor that was lit by torches on alternating sides of the corridor every 30 metres or so. Dumbledore led them quickly through the tunnel, before coming out into a disused and empty dungeon coated in perhaps a good two inches of dust and grime.
Immediately, Draco's face had scrunched up in disgust at the appalling state of the room. With a quick flick of his wand, he had cleaned the room to a satisfactory extent then conjured a leather single seater near one of the walls to watch, a small ways from a lone fireplace.
"Does the room fit your standards now, Majesty?" Harry smirked.
"Barely. That will be all." Draco dismissed him with a wave of his hand.
"Snobby Git." Harry turned to Dumbledore. "So...."
"Shall we start with seeing how much you know?" Dumbledore took out his wand. Harry shrugged and eventually took his own out. "To begin, we will test your defences."
Again Harry shrugged.
"Ready?"
Harry nodded, increasingly bored.
Dumbledore nodded as they both raised their wands and bowed, following the old traditions of duelling.
Dumbledore cast the first hex. "Caecare!"
"Recutio." Harry sounded bored as the spell rebounded of his defences and ricocheted of the wall. Harry turned to Draco who was watching the duel. "Dissaepio." He cast a protective barrier around the blonde.
"Thanks Hero!" Draco merrily called over to him, giving him a wave.
"Anytime, Princess." Harry laughed as he defended himself against another hex. "Declino."
Dumbledore pelted him with hexes and curses and eventually, Harry switched defences, "Concipere." He felt the magic of the hex being absorbed by his barrier and joining his own pool of energy deep inside himself.
Half an hour later and Harry was getting beyond bored as Dumbledore seemed to be tiring, a light sheen of sweat reflected off his face. The headmaster had progressively used more powerful spells as well as putting more magic behind them. But to Harry, it was making no difference. He was still ready to go to sleep from sheer boredom.
"Well." Dumbledore seemed slightly out of breath. "You've done fantastically well, Harry. I'm very impressed by your knowledge. Would you be interested in duelling Professor Snape? He would probably be a better opponent for you to defend yourself against." Harry started to laugh quietly as he joined Draco in his sofa seat whilst Dumbledore flooed Severus.
"What are you laughing at?" Draco asked curiously, a smirk growing on his face as Harry continued to piss himself laughing; his face turning red due to lack of oxygen.
It took Harry a few minutes to calm himself enough to talk. He managed to seat himself on the arm of Draco's chair and to whisper in his ear. "I'm stronger than Dumbledore. By MILES!! I just think it's funny that he's still trying to use me as his pawn." Harry giggled his way through his whispering before bursting out in another round of laughter.
Draco just shook his head at the idiotic ex-Gryffindor whom he'd quietly recognised as his boyfriend.
Yes, Mr Draco Malfoy, Sex God of Slytherin and all of Hogwarts had finally settled down with someone: 'one' being the keyword. At first he'd merely been interested in the Raven Haired, but slowly he'd found that he felt more than just a lustful interest. He was just extremely glad that Harry had reciprocated, let alone the fact that Lucius was far, far away from interfering, having escaped Azkaban with the help of Voldemort and was now hiding in Malfoy Manor.
After he'd left Harry and Severus to their little chat the night before, Draco had lain awake in his bed analysing the day and especially the night's events. Harry had been very uncomfortable about something all day, their sword fight had only heightened that tension, until that night when he'd given Harry Myra. It seemed the Head Boy reciprocated those feelings, even if he didn't seem to recognise them too well.
Draco was interrupted from his musings by the arrival of Severus Snape who glared down at Harry who was still pissing himself with laughter, leaning against the side of Draco's sofa.
Draco rolled his eyes and slapped him across the head. "Get up, you idiot. Sev's here to duel you, not watch you die of suffocation."
"Mr Potter!! Get off your lazy arse and for Merlin's sake stop laughing." Severus snarled as he roughly pulled his outer robes off and threw them at Draco before taking out his wand to stand ready.
Harry unsteadily got to his feet, trying to breathe again as he wiped tears from his eyes. He stumbled over to take his position opposite Snape, still giggling every now and then. Snape audibly growled as they took position.
"EXPELLIARMUS!" Snape bellowed.
Harry's giggles subsided as he watched his wand fly into Snape's waiting hand, at which point he collapsed to the ground in more laughter. Snape gave up on trying to understand the young man and cast his last spell. "Stupefy!"
Harry was on his back still laughing when the spell came into contact with an invisible barrier and was being rebounded back at him. Because he wasn't expecting it, he was knocked out cold.
Harry sighed heavily as he got up and spoke normally. "I've wanted to do that for years." Harry grinned.
"Do what?" Dumbledore was baffled.
"Resulto. Rebounding charm." Harry grinned widely.
"Hero! Stop showing off your wandless magic. No one likes a show off."
"Really Princess?!"
"W-Wandless Magic?!" Dumbledore's eyes went wide.
"Yes, Professor. Wandless magic." Harry repeated slowly, enunciating each word.
"To what extent?" Dumbledore was automatically drilling for details.
"Fair bit." Harry was purposefully vague as he retrieved his wand. "Enerverate."
Snape's eyes opened quickly, automatically in defence mode as he surveyed his surroundings without moving a muscle. Suddenly Harry's head swam into view.
"Morning Sev." Harry held a hand down to help him up.
"What happened?" Snape gritted out as he viciously batted Harry's hand away and stood of his own accord.
"It appears that Mr Potter is quite proficient at wandless magic." Dumbledore seemed to have returned to his usual self, still in control, acting as if nothing could surprise or phase him.
Harry rolled his eyes at Dumbledore. Draco snorted as he stood and vanquished his chair and came to stand next to Harry.
"Thankyou very much gentlemen. That should be enough for tonight. Good evening." Dumbledore dismissed them.
"Seeya tomorrow Sev." Harry called back as he and Draco closed the door after themselves, but Harry held Draco back as they listened through the door.
"How long have you known he could do wandless magic." Snape was pissed.
"I've had my suspicions. Today it was confirmed." Dumbledore replied serenely.
"Bullshit artist." Draco whispered vehemently.
"Wait till he finds out about yours then!" Harry grinned as he pinched Draco's nose. Draco took hold of his wrist to pull it away from his nose as he leaned in.
Harry automatically returned the kiss as Draco flicked his tongue out before breaking the kiss.
Without needing to say anything, they quickly made their way back to Harry's room. Before the door had even closed, Draco had Harry pinned up against it as he attacked Harry's mouth. Harry moaned as he opened his mouth to let Draco in; his arms coming to rest on the blonde's shoulders, one hand nestled in the blonde hair.
Draco sighed as his hands quickly sorted through the various layers of Harry's clothes, eventually being able to slide his hands up Harry's shirt and over the bare bronzed skin beneath, then coming to rest on his waist.
They languidly kissed for a few minutes, sometimes coming up for a quick breath before going back for more.
"So you two finally got together." A female voice said behind them and the two Slytherins quickly broke their kiss and turned to the source of the disturbance.
"Hey 'Mione. Ummm, are you alright?"
"Fine." She grinned.
"Good. Ahhhhhh...."
"What he's trying to ask, Granger, is why are you here?" Draco spoke for Harry, voice slightly muffled by Harry's shoulder.
"I just wanted to thank him for this morning." Hermione blushed slightly as she looked down to her hands in her lap.
Draco covered up his annoyance. "You going to wait for me tomorrow morning?"
"Yep." Harry smiled.
"Good." Draco leaned in and gave him a quick passionate kiss. "See you then." He smirked, leaving Harry breathless against the door.
"Sorry for interrupting." Hermione smiled again as Harry finally woke up out of his daze and slumped out on the lounge before the fire, one hand waving off her apology.
"So what's he like?" she asked eagerly.
"Pardon?!" His head snapped up to stare at her in shock.
"What's he like?" she edged forward in her seat.
"We haven't done that much. We've only snogged." Harry blushed. "And he got me a birthday present."
"Yeah..." She prompted, right into girl gossip mode.
Harry retrieved Myra from her bed and showed Hermione.
"Oh my God. She's beautiful!" Myra slid into her hands and her emerald eyes looked straight into Hermione's. "She must have cost a fortune." Hermione said in wonder.
"That's what Myra said." Harry smiled as he took Myra back.
"Well I just wanted to say thankyou for this morning. And as well to tell you that we've got a Prefect meeting tomorrow night at 7.00."
"Jeez. Talk about busy week!" Harry exclaimed as he slumped back on the couch, Myra coiling up on his stomach.
"How have you managed that?"
"Occlumency on Monday night, training on Tuesdays, prefects and Occlumency on Wednesday. And that's so far!"
"Training?"
"Dumbledore thinks he should start training me for the war." Harry started laughing again and Myra hissed angrily before slithering back to her basket.
"What's so funny?" Hermione asked, bemused.
With only a wink to show he'd done something, Hermione was now dressed in a very elegant midnight blue evening dress, complete with shoes, gloves, handbag, and her hair done up with a few ringlets hanging around his face.
"Oh my God, Harry!" Hermione stood to look at herself so Harry conjured a large mirror for her. "How long have you been able to do wandless magic?"
"Summer of fifth year. After Sirius," he took a deep breath, "died, I focused on something more productive. It's actually pretty easy."
"For you, maybe."
"True. You should have seen Dumbledore's. He almost shit himself before acting all high and mighty again once Snape was conscious again."
"Conscious again!? What'd you do to him?"
"Rebounded his curse. Just a 'Stupefy'." Harry shrugged as with another thought, Hermione was back in her school robes and the mirror gone.
"Well, it looks like your going to be the Boy-Who-Destroyed-Voldemort too. The Savior of the World." She smiled meekly. "Thanks for today. See you tomorrow." She kissed his cheek and quietly left his room.
Harry growled quietly before reigning in his temper as various objects in the room had levitated, as well as the fire leaping up the chimney. "I'm still the Fucking Savior of the Fucking World!" Sighing, he checked his restraint on his magic before conducting his usual ritual before bed.
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!! Caecare – make opponent blind Recutio – barrier – rebound off elsewhere eg. Wall. Dissaepio – Personal barrier/protective bubble Declino – Deflect Concipere – absorbs Resulto – Rebound onto originator.
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Chapter 10 – Training Time
The day progressed quietly as Harry met up with Draco and they muddled their way through lessons. Throughout the day, Draco continuously prodded Harry out of his quiet thinkings, often into minor tiffs.
It wasn't until just after diner that Draco finally found Harry again in his room, quietly doing his homework whilst slouched out on the couch
"You alright, Hero? Or are you still thinking this is your entire fault?" Draco sat on Harry's legs and made himself comfortable.
Harry merely shook his head before pulling the crumpled note out of his pocket and chucking it at the Blonde, all the while continuing to write, the simple quill flitting across the page.
"I'll come with you." Draco folded the note and gave it back to Harry.
The raven haired man again, merely shrugged as he kept writing.
"Has the Hero lost all speech capabilities, or are you just being an arsehole?"
"I'm trying to get this written out while I've got it worked out in my head." Harry's hand continued across the page, and Draco nodded.
Ten minutes (and another 2 feet of parchment) later, Harry completed his work with a flourish.
"You able to talk now?" Draco asked and Harry nodded as he packed his stuff away.
"Ever been to one of these training things before?"
"Nope. Closest was the DA, but I was running that."
They continued their idle chatter as Draco made himself more and more comfortable on the couch with Harry. At around ten to eight they decided to make their way to Dumbledore's office.
"Mr Malfoy, how wonderful for you to join us!" Dumbledore exclaimed upon seeing the two Slytherins enter his office and sit down. "Now, Mr Potter. Harry. I've come to the conclusion, since last night's attacks, that we should begin preparations for the coming war. This means that we should start training you, so that you are better equipped, should you face Voldemort."
Harry heard Draco snort in the background, and Harry smirked. Harry made himself more comfortable in his seat, crossing his legs as he waited for Dumbledore to continue.
"Well. What do you think, Harry?" Dumbledore questioned.
"If you think I need it." Harry replied boredly, arms now crossed over his chest.
"Perhaps just to refine your skills." Dumbledore said carefully. "Would you like to start today?"
"I'm free if you are, or who ever I'm training with is." Harry started staring up at the ceiling, never seeing the immense smirk that graced Draco's face at Harry's antics.
"Yes, for today, I will be taking your training session." Dumbledore stood and moved to a side door. He gestured for the two to follow him as they walked down a dark, claustrophobic corridor that was lit by torches on alternating sides of the corridor every 30 metres or so. Dumbledore led them quickly through the tunnel, before coming out into a disused and empty dungeon coated in perhaps a good two inches of dust and grime.
Immediately, Draco's face had scrunched up in disgust at the appalling state of the room. With a quick flick of his wand, he had cleaned the room to a satisfactory extent then conjured a leather single seater near one of the walls to watch, a small ways from a lone fireplace.
"Does the room fit your standards now, Majesty?" Harry smirked.
"Barely. That will be all." Draco dismissed him with a wave of his hand.
"Snobby Git." Harry turned to Dumbledore. "So...."
"Shall we start with seeing how much you know?" Dumbledore took out his wand. Harry shrugged and eventually took his own out. "To begin, we will test your defences."
Again Harry shrugged.
"Ready?"
Harry nodded, increasingly bored.
Dumbledore nodded as they both raised their wands and bowed, following the old traditions of duelling.
Dumbledore cast the first hex. "Caecare!"
"Recutio." Harry sounded bored as the spell rebounded of his defences and ricocheted of the wall. Harry turned to Draco who was watching the duel. "Dissaepio." He cast a protective barrier around the blonde.
"Thanks Hero!" Draco merrily called over to him, giving him a wave.
"Anytime, Princess." Harry laughed as he defended himself against another hex. "Declino."
Dumbledore pelted him with hexes and curses and eventually, Harry switched defences, "Concipere." He felt the magic of the hex being absorbed by his barrier and joining his own pool of energy deep inside himself.
Half an hour later and Harry was getting beyond bored as Dumbledore seemed to be tiring, a light sheen of sweat reflected off his face. The headmaster had progressively used more powerful spells as well as putting more magic behind them. But to Harry, it was making no difference. He was still ready to go to sleep from sheer boredom.
"Well." Dumbledore seemed slightly out of breath. "You've done fantastically well, Harry. I'm very impressed by your knowledge. Would you be interested in duelling Professor Snape? He would probably be a better opponent for you to defend yourself against." Harry started to laugh quietly as he joined Draco in his sofa seat whilst Dumbledore flooed Severus.
"What are you laughing at?" Draco asked curiously, a smirk growing on his face as Harry continued to piss himself laughing; his face turning red due to lack of oxygen.
It took Harry a few minutes to calm himself enough to talk. He managed to seat himself on the arm of Draco's chair and to whisper in his ear. "I'm stronger than Dumbledore. By MILES!! I just think it's funny that he's still trying to use me as his pawn." Harry giggled his way through his whispering before bursting out in another round of laughter.
Draco just shook his head at the idiotic ex-Gryffindor whom he'd quietly recognised as his boyfriend.
Yes, Mr Draco Malfoy, Sex God of Slytherin and all of Hogwarts had finally settled down with someone: 'one' being the keyword. At first he'd merely been interested in the Raven Haired, but slowly he'd found that he felt more than just a lustful interest. He was just extremely glad that Harry had reciprocated, let alone the fact that Lucius was far, far away from interfering, having escaped Azkaban with the help of Voldemort and was now hiding in Malfoy Manor.
After he'd left Harry and Severus to their little chat the night before, Draco had lain awake in his bed analysing the day and especially the night's events. Harry had been very uncomfortable about something all day, their sword fight had only heightened that tension, until that night when he'd given Harry Myra. It seemed the Head Boy reciprocated those feelings, even if he didn't seem to recognise them too well.
Draco was interrupted from his musings by the arrival of Severus Snape who glared down at Harry who was still pissing himself with laughter, leaning against the side of Draco's sofa.
Draco rolled his eyes and slapped him across the head. "Get up, you idiot. Sev's here to duel you, not watch you die of suffocation."
"Mr Potter!! Get off your lazy arse and for Merlin's sake stop laughing." Severus snarled as he roughly pulled his outer robes off and threw them at Draco before taking out his wand to stand ready.
Harry unsteadily got to his feet, trying to breathe again as he wiped tears from his eyes. He stumbled over to take his position opposite Snape, still giggling every now and then. Snape audibly growled as they took position.
"EXPELLIARMUS!" Snape bellowed.
Harry's giggles subsided as he watched his wand fly into Snape's waiting hand, at which point he collapsed to the ground in more laughter. Snape gave up on trying to understand the young man and cast his last spell. "Stupefy!"
Harry was on his back still laughing when the spell came into contact with an invisible barrier and was being rebounded back at him. Because he wasn't expecting it, he was knocked out cold.
Harry sighed heavily as he got up and spoke normally. "I've wanted to do that for years." Harry grinned.
"Do what?" Dumbledore was baffled.
"Resulto. Rebounding charm." Harry grinned widely.
"Hero! Stop showing off your wandless magic. No one likes a show off."
"Really Princess?!"
"W-Wandless Magic?!" Dumbledore's eyes went wide.
"Yes, Professor. Wandless magic." Harry repeated slowly, enunciating each word.
"To what extent?" Dumbledore was automatically drilling for details.
"Fair bit." Harry was purposefully vague as he retrieved his wand. "Enerverate."
Snape's eyes opened quickly, automatically in defence mode as he surveyed his surroundings without moving a muscle. Suddenly Harry's head swam into view.
"Morning Sev." Harry held a hand down to help him up.
"What happened?" Snape gritted out as he viciously batted Harry's hand away and stood of his own accord.
"It appears that Mr Potter is quite proficient at wandless magic." Dumbledore seemed to have returned to his usual self, still in control, acting as if nothing could surprise or phase him.
Harry rolled his eyes at Dumbledore. Draco snorted as he stood and vanquished his chair and came to stand next to Harry.
"Thankyou very much gentlemen. That should be enough for tonight. Good evening." Dumbledore dismissed them.
"Seeya tomorrow Sev." Harry called back as he and Draco closed the door after themselves, but Harry held Draco back as they listened through the door.
"How long have you known he could do wandless magic." Snape was pissed.
"I've had my suspicions. Today it was confirmed." Dumbledore replied serenely.
"Bullshit artist." Draco whispered vehemently.
"Wait till he finds out about yours then!" Harry grinned as he pinched Draco's nose. Draco took hold of his wrist to pull it away from his nose as he leaned in.
Harry automatically returned the kiss as Draco flicked his tongue out before breaking the kiss.
Without needing to say anything, they quickly made their way back to Harry's room. Before the door had even closed, Draco had Harry pinned up against it as he attacked Harry's mouth. Harry moaned as he opened his mouth to let Draco in; his arms coming to rest on the blonde's shoulders, one hand nestled in the blonde hair.
Draco sighed as his hands quickly sorted through the various layers of Harry's clothes, eventually being able to slide his hands up Harry's shirt and over the bare bronzed skin beneath, then coming to rest on his waist.
They languidly kissed for a few minutes, sometimes coming up for a quick breath before going back for more.
"So you two finally got together." A female voice said behind them and the two Slytherins quickly broke their kiss and turned to the source of the disturbance.
"Hey 'Mione. Ummm, are you alright?"
"Fine." She grinned.
"Good. Ahhhhhh...."
"What he's trying to ask, Granger, is why are you here?" Draco spoke for Harry, voice slightly muffled by Harry's shoulder.
"I just wanted to thank him for this morning." Hermione blushed slightly as she looked down to her hands in her lap.
Draco covered up his annoyance. "You going to wait for me tomorrow morning?"
"Yep." Harry smiled.
"Good." Draco leaned in and gave him a quick passionate kiss. "See you then." He smirked, leaving Harry breathless against the door.
"Sorry for interrupting." Hermione smiled again as Harry finally woke up out of his daze and slumped out on the lounge before the fire, one hand waving off her apology.
"So what's he like?" she asked eagerly.
"Pardon?!" His head snapped up to stare at her in shock.
"What's he like?" she edged forward in her seat.
"We haven't done that much. We've only snogged." Harry blushed. "And he got me a birthday present."
"Yeah..." She prompted, right into girl gossip mode.
Harry retrieved Myra from her bed and showed Hermione.
"Oh my God. She's beautiful!" Myra slid into her hands and her emerald eyes looked straight into Hermione's. "She must have cost a fortune." Hermione said in wonder.
"That's what Myra said." Harry smiled as he took Myra back.
"Well I just wanted to say thankyou for this morning. And as well to tell you that we've got a Prefect meeting tomorrow night at 7.00."
"Jeez. Talk about busy week!" Harry exclaimed as he slumped back on the couch, Myra coiling up on his stomach.
"How have you managed that?"
"Occlumency on Monday night, training on Tuesdays, prefects and Occlumency on Wednesday. And that's so far!"
"Training?"
"Dumbledore thinks he should start training me for the war." Harry started laughing again and Myra hissed angrily before slithering back to her basket.
"What's so funny?" Hermione asked, bemused.
With only a wink to show he'd done something, Hermione was now dressed in a very elegant midnight blue evening dress, complete with shoes, gloves, handbag, and her hair done up with a few ringlets hanging around his face.
"Oh my God, Harry!" Hermione stood to look at herself so Harry conjured a large mirror for her. "How long have you been able to do wandless magic?"
"Summer of fifth year. After Sirius," he took a deep breath, "died, I focused on something more productive. It's actually pretty easy."
"For you, maybe."
"True. You should have seen Dumbledore's. He almost shit himself before acting all high and mighty again once Snape was conscious again."
"Conscious again!? What'd you do to him?"
"Rebounded his curse. Just a 'Stupefy'." Harry shrugged as with another thought, Hermione was back in her school robes and the mirror gone.
"Well, it looks like your going to be the Boy-Who-Destroyed-Voldemort too. The Savior of the World." She smiled meekly. "Thanks for today. See you tomorrow." She kissed his cheek and quietly left his room.
Harry growled quietly before reigning in his temper as various objects in the room had levitated, as well as the fire leaping up the chimney. "I'm still the Fucking Savior of the Fucking World!" Sighing, he checked his restraint on his magic before conducting his usual ritual before bed.
!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!! Caecare – make opponent blind Recutio – barrier – rebound off elsewhere eg. Wall. Dissaepio – Personal barrier/protective bubble Declino – Deflect Concipere – absorbs Resulto – Rebound onto originator.
The rest you should know!!!