Guilian cursed a little under his breath as she deflected his curses, and he quickly employed the same tactic to bounce her curse off into one of the giant stones of the ancient monument.
The dark magic within was calling to him, urging him to blood, to mayhem. He was already aiming his wand at her again, the darkest of dark curses on his lips as he thought to feed his dark need.
But then a flash of the auror's blonde hair made him stop. He remembered another blonde; someone with an inner darkness; someone who helped him to realise that he didn't need to feed this darkness inside him. Gabrielle.
He didn't know if the hesitation would cost him, but he struggled for a moment as he was now arguing with that part of his conscience that told him to back off, to cast the darkness aside. This was the struggle Rabastan had spoken of. He could not give in to it, even it it was an easy path.
His wand was pointed at the auror, and he still hesitated. Why now? Why did she have to suddenly remind him of Gabrielle, and all that she meant to him?
In the end, the spell that was going to leave his wand turned into a full body bind. His gut reaction was to leave her be, to let her stay there and curse her more, but the darkness screamed at him to torture her more.
This was a witch, not a muggle. A formidable witch at that, too. As she lay there on the ground, frozen, he stepped up to her as all hell broke loose around them.