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You knew what was coming; easy enough to see even without your powers. Time seemed to crawl to a near standstill, though. If you did nothing, Aubrey was going to shatter her had hand worse than Gwen had hers when broken by you when her eyes went bad for a moment and would only skim you. Then her fist would meet the wall and the wall would win. Stared straight at the taller girl’s bespectacled eyes.
<span class="mu-i">You needed to protect your little sisters and brothers, at all costs. Even if it hurt you</span>.
<span class="mu-s">JENN! Dodge, even if it will only clip us! She could dent fricking steel with a punch like that! Use the glove at least! Fight back!</span>
<span class="mu-i">Aside from the glove, no. Besides… I deserve this, some. And this is a lesson to ‘Brey as well. I need you to tell me one instant before she throws; ‘Brey is fucking fast</span>
<span class="mu-s">Idiot! Now!</span>
And you were not exaggerating; it was like lightning. You had a head start though and shouted out the dumb words to activate the <span class="mu-i">Protego</span> as fast as 6 six years of being a Witch let you. Moved into her punch’s path a small amount. Had a tight layer of light yellow instantly cover you, which Aubrey’s straight stopped against for one moment, two before your shield cracked and shattered.
When her fist made it to your face? You imagined it was what being hit with a sledgehammer might feel like and the back of your head slammed into the wall; you instantly saw little stars and fairies fill your vision, tasted iron, and went deaf for a moment while sliding down the wall. Got a second blow to the other side at a more human level of strength but still felt things crack like before… but you kept your eyes on hers the entire time. Felt blood running down to the ground.
“W-what! W-why aren’t you fighting back; defend at least!”, Aubrey shouted out in confusion, almost in desperation, weakly dropped her hand on your chest. And even if it hurt, hurt a lot, to talk you managed to get out something mostly understandable.
“I haaave do protegt my little zzizter; not ‘urt you, zatz vyh.”, and tried to smile, even if it was agony while what you were sure were pink tears and crimson blood down your cheeks. Looked on, even if your left eye was hazy and its vision was red tinted… Aubrey’s eyes went from dead to warm then watery and horrified in instants.
“Oh, God… oh God please, please forgive me, let it be okay, please God. I’m sorry, sorry, sorry. I-I’ll get you fixed up, get to the Infirmary then turn myself in to the Stewarts.”, the tall, panicking girl croaked out while pulling out pretty large medical bag from her backpack while you shook your head at the last thing as she gave you a small vial of pinkish liquid; Macy’s new flavored Painkilling Potion as well as a couple of light blue pills. Poured the brew in your mouth; cherry. Yum. Crushed the pills between her fingertips, gave the dust to you with a sip of water. Began with spells, the first one you didn’t know to see what bones were injured.