From top to bottom - remember no armour allowed except boots and holsters/scabbards - a loose white silk shirt with fitted bands at the throat, waist and elbow. A holster on each arm, one containing a foci dagger the other their 'primary' wand; strapped across their backs were the scabbards for their swords. In the boots were two non-magical blades, in specialist scabbards. The serpent guardians had shifted to decorate the scabbards, and the fourth foci were their rings. They wore tight fitting, but comfortable trousers of what was probably leather, and the boots were lace less knee boots of dragonshide.
Professor McGonagall and Lady Arabelle were just putting the finishing touches to the duelling platform and the shield that would protect the observers. The trio approached the table at which Professor Flitwick sat, and removed each and every weapon from their persons. The array was quite spectacular to be told, though the rings refused to be removed until the situation was explained to them. Silently he checked over each blade and foci, checking the charms bound to them and their individual signatures so an illegal charm could be followed back to its source. He nearly dropped the swords and the magical daggers when he read their inscriptions. The checks complete he spoke.
"You carry these weapons in a school boy duel?" Draco was the one who answered
"No sir we carry these in the first battle in the war we are bound to fight." He thought for a second
"Who cast the charms on the blades?" Ryll put her hand up sheepishly thinking something was wrong with them.
"These are amazing my dear. It's a shame I can't give house points to Avalon if you can produce this standard of work on your own." Ryll blushed and the trio carefully returned each blade to its sheath and took their positions on the now complete duelling platform and began a linked meditation.
The triplets entered the hall at twenty past five and quickly allowed Flitwick to charm their blades for them and joined the trio on stage. One of three carried a sword while the other two had a dirk and a dagger each. At twenty-eight minutes past five, the prefects came in to watch.
At exactly half past five the trinity emerged from the meditation with a new sense of the link. Following Flitwick's instructions they bowed to the triplets and the duel began No unforgivables, No permanent damage, No damage Madam Pomfery can't heal. For the first five or six minutes the triplets fired a mixture of fairly standard spells curses and hexes, before the bow armed with the sword tried to take on Draco. Draco well trained with the blade from birth easily defeated the boy and banished the sword from the stage. Frustrated at the loss of the sword the boy called his brothers to regroup, and then the three began to fire the increasingly vicious curses and hexes, putting the trio on the defensive until a cutting curse pierced Ryll's defences.
The world seemed to go into slow motion as the blood dripped to the floor and one of the Gryffindors began to laugh, but when the blood hit the stone floor it began to shake The colour rapidly drained from Ryll's eyes and hair, only to be replaced with white and black in exact proportions. She hissed and the boys quaked. -Never cut a blood witch. It only makes them stronger. Spill our blood and the Earth weeps, and lends me the power to make my revenge- A source-less wind whipped around her and many could swear they saw a cloak.
As she spoke quietly a blindingly powerful stunner followed by a full body bind hit the triplets who had no room to evade. Taking the magical dagger from its holster and kissing it, she hissed. - To you I giveth the blood of the first to fall to me- With the blade she sliced the boys wand hands, and allowed the blood to flow freely. The earth shuddered no more. Draco and Vius banished the rest of the boys' weapons and foci from the platform. Each pressing their own blade to the floor they hissed the request to the castle quietly. -On behalf of the heir, Lady Ryll, I ask for the platform to be removed-
The platform and shield vanished, and Poppy ran to the area were it had been and examined the triplets. She turned to the trio. "Let me check you over." Madam Pomfery quickly checked each over and declared them fit as Ryll's surge had healed her wound. Casting "mobilicorpus" she trekked back to the infirmary with the triplets in tow.
The colour returned to Ryll's eyes and hair. She leant weakly against Vius and Draco she whispered.
"It felt like two opposing people were fighting for control but they were perfectly balanced. One who wanted to stop the earth's tears, and the other wanted to taste blood, but both wanted Revenge. It was all I could do to restrain myself." Ryll began to shake and the trinity twisted back to Avalon.