The crack of his spell flashed a brilliant red and a flier fell to the ground, eyes a cool deadening. He had to let another part of himself take over, the dark magic rise as he entered a battle, and as he felt the cruel smile cross his lips as the man fell, his eyes were drawn to duelers- his ‘Leader’, her style and façade unmistakable even in the air.
Eyes still swimming around, opponents around, but eyes focused, he needed to see who she was dueling- they reminded him….
Fuck!
Cass. Fuck. He couldn’t do anything though… Attacking Bellatrix? He could only watch and hope- he would not loose his favorite cousin- even if they were on opposite sides of the war.
Giving a wide sweeping loop, he tried to keep moving, eyes still focused in the air- but much more loosely so- he wouldn’t intervene unless absolutely necessary. Only, as he meant to get closer to the fight…there was a brunette flier coming his way.
“Imperio!” He bellowed, face hard beneath the mask, if need be he’d make her do it, saved his ass, after all.