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Magical Reserve - Preserve Next to the Cabins, Wednesday

"Hey!" Tony said, once people had gathered. "Today we're working on shields again, but this time we're going to play British Bulldogs with magic." He pointed to a couple of people. "You and you. You guys are the bulldogs. Your job is to catch everyone else. If you touch them - skin or clothes - then they're a bulldog, too, and have to go after the others. Everyone else, your job is to not get touched."

Tony pointed to bright yellow crime scene ribbons tied to trees around the edge of the clearing. "That's the boundaries. If you go outside the boundaries, you automatically become a bulldog. Today we're only doing shields, so you can use shields and you can attack shields but no other kind of magic. Ready?"

After any questions had been answered, Tony pointed to one of the bulldogs. "Count to ten, slowly. When you get to ten, the game's on. Start now."

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"Can't blame a girl for trying," Karla said philosophically. "Though I still think you'd be more comfortable...over there!"

With that, she created a curved shield meant to scoop Eleanor up and roll her several feet in the direction she'd pointed.

Even with a shield of her own, Eleanor wasn't prepared to go tumbling head over heels. There was a squeak of surprise.

She got up slowly, glancing back at Karla. "I see how it is, well then, you can just unstick yourself from that web. There'll be no help from me," she crossed her arms over her chest as if in a huff.

But the teasing grin said otherwise.

"Don't mind if I do then," Karla said. Since it was her shield that was stuck to the web, and not her, getting untangled shouldn't be a problem. She opened up the back of the her shield and launced herself out. She more tumbled out than climbed, but she was free of the web.

Eleanor charged forward, hoping to catch her before she started off, and hoping that Karla's sheild was still open.

Karla kept rolling, and, taking a leaf from Eleanor's book, tossed up a shield directly in Eleanor's path. She made it visible though--she didn't want Eleanor to get seriously hurt.

Eleanor pivoted on her heel, barely missing the shield. She kept heading toward Karla. "I'll get you, my pretty!" she grinned.

Karla scrambled to her feet, somewhat impeded by laughter. She kept flinging up shields behind her trying to force Eleanor to detour around new shields that came thrusting up out of the ground. She did not replace her personal shield, even as she took off running.

Eleanor was keeping up pretty well. Ghanima's class was certainly coming in handy now. She stumbled a few times, unable to dodge all of the shields, but managed to keep going.

She was getting closer.

And also laughing.

Karla had pretty much decided that putting up her shields again would remove all the fun from the game. After all, Triela had proven they could stand up to gunfire. So it was just her and whatever she could come up with to keep Eleanor off her back.

Unfortunately, airwalking didn't actually involve shields...but it could. "Come and get me!" Karla cried over her shoulder. And created a shield, an invisible one, directly in Eleanor's path.

Eleanor crashed into it since she wasn't expecting that and didn't have but the barest of shields up around herself.

With an 'umpf', she landed on her bottom in the grass. Then fell over laughing.

Karla laughed. "You didn't think I'd make it easy, did you? You're too good for that!"

Underneath Eleanor, Karla created another shield. And slowly, started to lift it--and Eleanor--off the ground.

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"Of course not," she giggled then let out a squeak of surprise as she rose up into the air.

"Oh my! How are you doing that?"

"Shielding. And Craft," Karla said smiling. "Now if you'll excuse me, I've gotta run." The shield stopped rising at chest-height, which meant Eleanor could get down easily, but Karla was hoping it could by her some time.

"Run, run as fast as you can," she chimed with a grin as she got an idea.

Eleanor raised a shield of her own at the back of Karla's and pushed it forward, hoping it would push Karla's - with her still in it - along.

Karla glanced back over she shoulder. And then stopped to stare. And then laugh. "You're a tricksy one, you are," she said, turning to run again.

"Sometimes," she smirked, then applied more push to the shield, propelling herself faster across the field.

"This is almost like flying!" she laughed.

"And without a broom!" Karla agreed. The whole broomstick-as-transportation thing still confused her.

And Eleanor was gaining.

She grinned and pushed faster, closing in on Karla. She stretched an arm out, trying to reach her.

Karla tried to outrun Eleanor's flying disk, but it was much harder when you were running on uneven ground. She got another few yards before feeling Eleanor's hand on her shoulder.

"You caught me," she said, panting a bit. The size of Karla's grin suggested she wasn't too upset about it. "Well done. Amazingly done, even."

"Thank you," she replied, even blushing a bit as she brought herself to a halt. "You did quite well too." She scooted to the edge of the shield, then hopped down.

"I hope you don't mind being a bulldog now," she grinned.

Karla's grin went a bit feral. "It just means I get to test out their shields now," she said. "I think it's a fair trade."

"Oh yes," she grinned back. "It's quite fun."

"Well then," Karla said, still grinning. "Let's do this."

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