Thread:Argali1/@comment-27097330-20160614011825/@comment-27097330-20160615170348

Okay sure.

As Quintana flies over the Indian Ocean he urges his mount to go faster. As it goes into a barrel roll he catches a glimps of the figures flying behind him. With a grimace at his bloody arm, he narrowly ducks a curse. With a grunt of pain he whips out his long and elegant wand, and fires a killing curse, catching one straight in the chest. The hooded wizard falls form his broomstick, and his fellows swerve to avoid him. Feeling a slight sense of triumph, he turns back around, only to find his mount plummeting out of the sky.