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Crouch vs Moriarty!

BUT: In a battle of wits!

((Jim: *Preens*
Where are we setting this?))

OOC Hmmm that's a good question, we need somewhere where both are on even footing.

brb I have to go to my phone

((Idk :/ It depends on how we'll be doing the battle of wits as well. In what context? Just words? A game of some kind? Idk.))

Hmmm Maybe some kind of Death Note like fight?

((In what way?))

Like... maybe they could be working to get the other locked in Azkaban?

((I guess that could work.))

Unless you had another idea, this is a whole new form of fighting to me

((I dunno, I think Azkaban might be a little difficult to play out with just us two in it. There'd have to be some unbiased person to be the judge or whatever. *Shrugs* Idk.))

Good point, hmm let's think on this other night and we'll come up with something.

((Ok I'll have a think.))

I'm just curious who people would think would win this fight..

Combatants: Artisan vs Crest

Setting: Honora Castellum

To the: Incapacitated

Special Rules: N/A

Combatants: Crouch vs Death

Setting: Malfoy Manor

To the: Death

Special Rules: N/A

ooh, this is bound to be interesting. I accept your challenge.

Crouch stood in the foyer of Malfoy Manor, staring at Death with a crooked smile, "My lord has told me you have committed treason... and I cannot allow treason..."

He resisted to roll his eyes at his brother's crazy antics. "Come on Crouch, what could I possibly stand to gain with treason?"

"Perhaps you believe yourself more worthy of being his prophet than I... but this is irrelevant. His will be done..."

He pulled out his wand, smiling crazily, "But I will give you the first strike... perhaps that will make me have to try..."

He raised his wand and shot a silent Cruciatus Curse at Crouch. "You underestimate me brother."

Crouch took the brunt of it, shuddering from the pain, 'Oh yes... that's the stuff. Maybe you will be challenging..." He told Death in a pained voice as he pointed his wand at him, "Legillimens!!"

He felt Ahriman jump into the front of his mind. "I'll take over amigo. We both know that you can't beat him without me."

He let his consciousness slip back as Ahriman took over his body.

As the spell hit, Ahriman started laughing. "Bring it on asshole!"

"Well now... this is interesting. Two minds, and you protected Death by substituting yourself..."

Crouch's grinned widened, "This will indeed be interesting..."

"Yes, yes, I'm a genius. You're getting your ass kicked. On to the next thing."

Death shot a Killing Curse at Crouch. There was no more playing around now.

Crouch ducked out of the way, "Oh bad taste, my friend. What fun would it be if this match were over so soon. Tsk tsk tsk..." He scolded like telling a child not to eat dessert before dinner.

"Let me show you how to have fun!!" He conjured a jet of fiendfyre and blasted it toward him.

He jumped out of the way hissing a string of swear words as the fire singed his cloak. He shed the cloak before it was consumed by the fire.

"Alright, you want to play with fire, we'll play with fire." The purple flames from his father's curse emerged from his wand and curled toward Crouch with deadly intent.