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"The Dolohov curse... I have to say, I've never fought it in person..." Crouch smiled with insane excitement as he sent his own fiendfyre toward the purple flames, watching the two streams of inferno collide!

The sight of the two flames fighting, curling around each other, battling to the death much like him and his brother was...breathtaking. He turned his attention from the flames and onto his target. "You didn't fight it, you distracted it. Now tell me, dear brother, where's the fun in that?"

"Indeed..." Crouch muttered and suddenly he vanished in thin air, apparating behind his brother, "CRUCIO!!!"

He gave a surprised yell as sharp pain coursed though his body. He felt as though shocks of electricity was traveling through his veins, hitting every nerve like a punch to the gut. "Son of a bitch," he cursed under his breath.

Crouch laughed as he pointed his wand straight at Death's head, "Say cheese..."

"Avada..."

"Don't lay down and take it amigo. Fucking stand up and fight!"

He slowly rose to his feet and turned to stare at Crouch. "I'm not nearly done yet." He raised his wand and shot a full-body bind curse at his opponent.

Crouch fell over, his smile glued to his face like a porcelain mask from hell...

He moved to stand above his brother. He smiled down at him and pointed his wand at his face. "Dodge this. Avada...."

"Very well..." came Crouch's amused voice from another corner of the room as he stepped out of the shadows laughing like a hyena.

The Crouch he was pointing his wand at transfigured into a mere goblet on the floor.

He smirked at his opponent. "Clever. Very clever."

"Yes, that is true..." He bowed in appreciation, "Thank you for having clear vision and good manners..."

"If there is one thing that I've always got, it's manners."

"And yet you associate with common vulgarity like that conman..." He joked with a laugh

"Well we all must be associated with things we despise at one point or another in our lives, Crouch. Even you are not immune to that."

OOC I have a feeling that Death will once again talk his way out of a lethal battle.

"Like that treacherous sibling of mine..." 

OOC Don't bet on it

He raised an eyebrow at Crouch's jab at his wife. "Are you referring to your association to her or mine?"

"Both..." Crouch smiled, knowing he was laying the kindling for a large blaze, "She's tamed you..."

"I was tame before. If anything she's made me more violent recently."

"I don't think so... she's domesticated you, like a house pet... you don't have the stomach to do what I do anymore..."

He smiled pleasantly, as if correcting a child's mistake. "Crouch, I am many things, but a house pet, I am not." He raised his wand at his brother. "Let's finish this before I grow bored of you."

"Grow bored of me..." Crouch repeated as though it were a string of words he never heard before.

"I wonder if you can actually take me at 100%..."

"You really do underestimate me, Crouch." He shot a stunning spell at Crouch. "I think I could take you with my eyes closed."

Crouch sidesteps it, "You don't understand. What I typically use in battle is not my full potential. Usually a marginal amount is sufficient." 

"But with you... I may be able to cut loose and use my full potential, which would be a LOT more fun and more painful for you..."

He put his wand atop his head, "Shall we see?'

He shrugged his shoulders. "I'll humour you, brother." He held out his arms. "Do your worst."

"You had a chance to run, let that just be known..." He placed the wand atop his hand, "Time for you to see my Wand Hand spell..." 

The wand seemed to meld into his hand, turning his very skin into the redwood that once made up his wand. It slowly crept from his hand to the rest of his body, "Enjoy the show!" Crouch smiled sadistically as he raised a hand to Death and sent a barrage of cruciatus curses at him. 

Crouch knew he had to end this fight quickly though. Using the Wand Hand spell was extremely taxing, even for him. Overexertion could very well be fatal.