The gameplay took a brutal turn fast. The Falcons had a reputation for their rough style. The new blood of Flint, Pucey, and Wallace had improved their standing in the league. In three years the Falcons went from the bottom to the top of the league. "Look at them fly!" laughed Blaise. "The Falcons are on fire today. I don't know which Cannon brassed them off, but they are all paying for it today." The score climbed as the Falcon chasers slammed the defense again and again. The beaters kept the bludgers moving about and crashing into the Cannon's keeper and seeker. Barrett tracked the snitch like a bloodhound and kept his opponent from catching it.