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BASH 9/13 j. Fenrir(7), Finn(5) vs Elle(5), Frank(3) Running, running, willing his lungs to take in more air even as he pushed it all out again. The battles had spread all over the school grounds, the clock was ticking and there was no way of telling if the messages he and Alice sent had gotten through -- no way of telling, then, if and when the reinforcements would come. It was a worry that Frank pushed from the forefront of his mind; he needed to focus. With a shield charm firmly in place, his jog slowed to a tense walk as the Quidditch pitch loomed up ahead. There was something going on there -- he squinted, noting that a hole had been blasted through the walls encircling the pitch -- and he almost set off toward it when movement in his peripheral vision instantly caught his attention. The messages had come through loud and clear all right, the alarm Rufus set permeating the entire camp at Gairloch. They'd gathered forces quickly and efficiently, and with harsh cracks of apparition, had found their way onto the grounds at Hogwarts. Frank's smile -- although it was more of an upward curl of a grimace, really -- was brief, but genuine. "All right," he said with a short nod, wondering if Elle had any idea of the relief that coursed through him. It was short-lived, but relief nonetheless, for both messages had indeed gone through. "Never been so glad to see you in my life," he added, and he gave her shoulder a brief squeeze before adjusting his wards and jerking his chin toward the Quidditch pitch. "That thing's getting blown apart." The arrival of more Death Eaters had raised a feral grin on Fenrir's face in spite of the injuries he was carrying, though the additional arrival of people he recognised as Aurors and Hitwizards made him snarl. In the chaos of the new arrivals, Fenrir lost track of the man he'd been fighting and found himself near the Quidditch stadium. There were people causing a shitload of damage to the structure but Fenrir didn't join them. He didn't give a shit about buildings, he was after people and since he couldn't have the bastard he was fighting earlier, he'd take whatever presented itself next. He saw the two people heading towards the pitch and grinned. He started towards them, still limping slightly but otherwise ignoring the pain from his wounds. He'd regret it later. Hell, he'd feel it later and fuck only knows what damage had been done. But that was a worry for later, not now. When he got closer to the pair, he raised his wand and with a malicious grin, barked, "Confringo." From the corner of his eye, Frank saw the new figure -- recognized it, even -- but it was instinct that had him barking out a terse, "Down!" as he gave Elle a forceful shove, and muscle memory that him turning almost about-face and returning that blasting curse with a Finite Incantatem. "All right?" he called back at his companion, never once taking his eyes off Fenrir as he adjusted his shield charm, widening it so both Aurors had some cover as they squared off for the upcoming fight. Elle tucked and rolled at Frank's call and then got to her feet, facing their opponent. Fenrir. She nearly growled (strangely appropriate) at seeing the thing she had been avoiding for months. She held her wand out ahead of her, and cast Stupefy without a second thought. All of her work toward getting stronger, both mentally and physically, came in handy, because it took all of it to stop herself from launching at Fenrir and pummeling his face in with her fists. Frank was not going to let the wizard-turned-werewolf even the playing field. Even as Fenrir was barking his order, he fired an Incarcerous in the direction from which Finn was approaching; if he was Muggbleborn, the spell would keep him incapacitated for a good long while. His attention reeled back to the battle before them just in time to see the Sectumsempra coming his way. An upwards motion with his wand strengthened the shield around him, and as the curse bounced off, he broke away from Elle, circling Fenrir. Basic Auror training: how to avoid being disarmed by a rogue Expelliarumus. One of the less glamorous ways to avoid the effects of the scarlet light was to dodge, duck, and clench one's wand as though life itself depended on it -- it often did. And Frank did just that, fingers grasping the familiar grain, barely feeling the rubble Elle's Confringo had reduced the ground to as it dug into his knees. No time to breathe, no time to think; as he lurched back to his feet, launching himself in Fenrir's direction, an Impedimenta jetted out of his wand, meant to wrench Fenrir's path to Elle awry. Meanwhile, the raucous sound of stone grinding against stone, largely ignored until now, became louder, heralding the arrival of one of Hogwarts' defenders: a gargoyle, a monstrous thing of granite. The chimeric thing was classically a protector, and protecting its domain against Death Eaters and Dark creatures alike was obviously its intent as it drew closer to the group of three. The gargoyle attacked, much to Elle's surprise, and she watched in shock for a moment as the gargoyle went to town on the werewolf. She nearly smirked; it was a lot less work for her and Frank. However, Fenrir's spell sent the stone figure flying, and she was ready, casting Deprimo at his legs, wanting to incapacitate him. She ran closer, countering Frank's movements, strengthening her shield charm once more from the spells that flew around them. Fenrir shook his head once the gargoyle let go and was thrown backwards then his legs suddenly went out from underneath him and more pain flooded through him. he snarled and looked down to see a huge fucking gouging wound in his leg and he glanced around to see the woman looking triumphant. He shot a Sectumsempra at her but before he could scramble to his feet again, the gargoyle was back on top of him, clawing and biting his shoulders and face. "Fuck off," he screeched, his fury rising with every wound. He pounded at the stone statue with his fists then used the Reducto on it, forcing it to retreat once more. And retreat it did, whirling around as one of its huge wings exploded in a storm of rubble. Unbalanced, it collapsed on to its side -- not permanently, but long enough that Fenrir was granted a brief respite from its attacks. Seeing the great stone creature fall, Frank, determined not to let Fenrir enjoy said respite, stepped in to replace it. A blasting curse was sent to the ground immediately beside the enraged werewolf; Frank meant to have him move to the side to escape it, and in this new position be met by an Incarcerous. Fenrir crawled onto his knees, shaking his head and trying to ignore the wound in his leg long enough to get to his damn feet. This, unfortunately for him though perhaps not for Frank and Elle, left him facing the blasting curse when it hit the ground in front of him. Dirt, stones and other detritus shot up and collected Fenrir in the face, neck and chest, gouging more holes, embedding itself into his body and nearly blinding him. He screeched again, the Incarcerous passing harmlessly to the side. But now he was essentially blind and helpless. The Sectumsempra was almost dodged, but managed to hit Elle in her shoulder. Unfortunately, of course, in the shoulder that was already weak and tender from Aaron's vicious attack on it in January. Her hand clapped over the wound and she grunted shortly in pain, the blood easily seeping through her fingers. She look up just in time for Fenrir to blast apart one of the gargoyle's wings, and her reflexes failed her for a moment, a large chunk of stone catching her in the knee. Her kneecap slid from it's normal position to the outside of her joint, and she collapsed to the ground in a flash of blinding pain. Taken out by debris. Great. She managed to get her wits about her enough to see Fenrir momentarily incapacitated and shot off a weak incendio followed by furnunculus. However, the blood pouring from her shoulder and her knee completely incapacitated made her pant as she tried to get herself back together, "Frank!" She called out to her mentor and friend, "Finish him off!" There was the unspoken Because I need help! and she looked down at her knee and reached down, wrenching her kneecap back into place with a pained cry. Frank needed little urging. He strode toward their faltering enemy, wand slicing through the air as a cord of burnt yellow light lashed out and struck Fenrir. Another brandish of his wand, and Fenrir was whipped again before Frank reached him and kicked his knees out from under him. "Rabid dogs get put down," he said, his voice harsh and low, before he slammed the butt end of his wand against the werewolf's head. The sudden appearance of fire on his tattered robes and the ground around definitely got Fenrir's attention. He screamed again and started beating at the flames with his hands and not even seeing the other spell until boils sudenly burst out painfully all over him. He made a sound that was mostly pained howl before he finally remembered to roll away from the flames. It had the effect of putting out the flames on his robes but it also brought home every injury, every burn he had, something that was only emphasised when he felt the first lash of the whip across the burns on his back. He howled in pain and rage and anger and some feral part of his brain fized the two faces of his attackers in his mind. They would pay. They would pay for this; he would see to it personally. The whipe lashed him again but this time the combined pain was too much for even his great tolerance and he slumped down to the ground. He barely heard the words spoken to him by the man, only felt the hit on his head that sent him tumbling into blackness. The beast was down, but not dead, and Frank was aiming his wand to do the deed when he heard it. Silence. A lull of the sounds of battle. And then: screams. "Elle." His voice emerged as a rasp; Fenrir, quiet and still, was banished instantly from his mind as he turned and strode back to the woman's side. One hand was offered to her -- shaking from adrenalin and exhaustion and fear -- while the other, bloody and gripping his wand, was held stiff beside him. "Get up, we need to go. Voldemort--" he swallowed, his eyes flicking away from Elle to take in the castle and the final battle that was unfolding before it; "he's fighting Dumbledore." And I need to help, went unsaid. He pulled her to her feet and took a breath. "Get yourself somewhere safe until it's done." Elle took his hand and got to her feet with a wince. She'd be healing for weeks, but her gaze followed his to where the battle was going on. Her eyes widened, and for a split second she wanted to flee. But that moment came and went and she used her wand to conjure some sort of splint for her knee. She looked at Frank with a determination she knew he wouldn't defy -- it mirrored his own. "C'mon. Let's go." k. Dem(5), Corbina(3) vs Sirius(3), Amelia(6), Amycus(1) Demetrius was, while somewhat miffed at being summoned away from a quiet evening, excited to be in the thick of battle again. Subconsciously rubbing his left arm, before pulling out his wand, he entered the Hogwarts grounds with no consideration for his surroundings and dodging any stray hexes or spells coming his way. The fighting was getting rather intense all throughout the grounds, shouts and jets of light were coming from all directions. Throwing a stray blasting hex over his shoulder, he dodged and weaved through the fighting, looking over at his companion and making the universal gesture for "follow me and keep up". The only place the seemed mostly void of violence was the quidditch pitch. Though as the thought entered Demetrius's mind, a blasting hex from somewhere in the distance collided with the wall of the stadium, creating a crumbling hole and collapsing part of the stand. He walked towards the stadium, looking around and really being quite ready for a fight. Corbina hoped that someday she would get to participate in a battle that took place somewhere other than Hogwart's grounds. It had a nice bit of familiarity to it, fighting somewhere that she'd spent seven years growing up, and the locations of different landmarks were still fresh in Corbina's mind (which could only work to her advantage), but it also felt strange that while she had once been appointed Prefect to help protect the school from being defaced, now she was participating in the destruction. It was worth it, though. She followed Demetrius towards the Quidditch stadium, wand out and blasting hexes at anyone who wasn't masked or who she didn't recognize as a member of the Dark Army (not that they were difficult to pick out -- she doubted that many of Dumbledore's followers chewed on people in the heat of battle). She noticed a shadow run past the opening of the Quidditch pitch as she and Demetrius drew near, and shouted out a slicing hex in their direction. Her aim might not have been on enough to hit them from a distance, but it would be enough to let the person know that they were no longer alone. Amycus had taken his own sweet time about getting to the Quidditch pitch. Sure, he'd rushed off like the rest of them as soon as the call came in and Rufus sprang into action, but once he was out sight (and most likely mind) of the leader of the Gairloch troupe, his sprint slowed to a tense walk, and soon he was wandering leisurely away from the castle, avoiding areas where the fighting seemed thickest. He didn't actually have a destination in mind, but as soon as the pitch came into view, a very distinct memory of hunkering down on the stands with a smuggled Butterbeer came to mind, and with a satisfied grin, he hurried his pace. Maybe, just maybe, he could avoid any major duels -- although the thought of finding himself face-to-face with Alecto or Emory was one that forced a nervous giggle of a laugh to escape him. Someone had blasted an opening through the wall of the stadium; glancing quickly around, Amycus stepped through it and on to the pitch itself. Then he flinched: a hex had just come toward him from -- oh fucking hell, there WERE people here. With an annoyed growl, Amycus hurriedly ran up into the stands and out of, he hoped, sight. Amelia was far less excited at the prospect of being thrown into a battle. She didn't feel as though she'd prepared enough to go into combat among witches and wizards who had experience with this sort of thing. In the past, she'd done well simply to be able to cast a decent shield charm, but she'd also had some help when it came to the actual fighting part. She should have started training earlier. She should have known that something like this would eventually come up and she would need more than a few sessions with Kate to be truly ready. At least she wasn't alone, she reminded herself, hastening her pace to catch up with Amycus as he entered the stadium. When she realized that there were people still inside of the stadium, she panicked and looked around for a hiding spot, settling for a nook that the explosion in the side of the structure had created. Hurriedly, she wedged herself into the spot and hoped that she would not be found. Demetrius watched as the two people disappeared into the stadium, striding in and towards the middle of the pitch. He let off a few wild blasting hexes at the already semi-demolished wall of the pitch, hoping to scare out their targets. He would just summon them, but his last experience with summoning human beings hadn't ended so well for him as it was. Waiting patiently, he looked over at Corbina and gestured to the stadium. "I don't particularly feel like digging through the ruins looking for people," he said. "So whatever you can think of to get them out in the open," he continued. Just because he liked her didn't mean he was going to treat her any differently in a battle situation, really. Or maybe it did mean that, but he continued in the general destruction of the Quidditch stadium instead of entertaining too many distracting thoughts. He almost wanted to yell for the cowardly idiots hiding from them to come out and play. They were just two kids, it was just silly to hide from them. If Corbina wouldn't have been wearing a mask, Demetrius would have seen her watching him create explosion after explosion inside the stadium, raising an eyebrow and looking incredibly amused. He was making this so much more difficult than it needed to be if he wanted to find the people who were hiding instead of cause them to combust. However, whatever worked was fine by her. Staying put in the middle of the stadium, Corbina cast a "Homenum Revelio" spell towards the walls to bring their new playmates out of their hiding places. "Any moment now," she said quietly, waiting for the spell to work its magic as she cast a shield spell around herself incase they came out fighting. When she began to feel the spell drawing her out of her hiding place, Amelia let out a loud gasp and grasped around for something -- anything -- to hold onto that might keep her from being dragged into the open. Unfortunately, she couldn't manage to fight it and found herself standing in front of Corbina and Demetrius a few moments later, clutching her wand tightly and frozen in complete and utter terror. Amycus was not going to come out fighting; he wasn't going to come out at all. Like Amelia, he felt the effects of the revealing spell as it began to tug him out from the stands. Wand already drawn, he gave it a rushed swivel, casting breathlessly, "Finite Incantatem!" before climbing up to the next level, where he could get a better view of what was going on. Two (of his fellow!) Death Eaters and... He squinted, then chuckled when he saw that the person who had succumbed to the effects of the Homenum Revelio was Amelia Bones; what the hell was Albion's secret-keeper doing in a combat zone? Oh well. Amycus let his attention drift from that amusing question to the matter of his own protection, casting a strong protective ward around him after settling behind a vertical supporting beam, peering around it once he was sure he wouldn't be blasted into smithereens at the first curse that might head his way. For now, he had a bit of a vantage point -- why not have some fun with it? And what that, he sent off three expulsos in quick succession, aiming for the ground that stretched behind Corbina and Demetrius. The first explosion (which was just barely short of hitting Demetrius in the leg) gave Demetrius enough warning to whip around and cast the strongest shield charm he could muster, the second and third explosions pushed back to a safe distance as the ground was shredded to bits by the explosions. He narrowed his eyes at the stands and turned to Corbina. "Take care of the woman for a moment, I'm going to go find the other one," he said in a flat voice, keeping a shield charm up as he walked towards the stands. Corbina dodged out of the way of the explosions that went off behind her, already making her way closer to the woman, wand aimed and remaining silent. She had no desire to hang out in the middle of the stadium where she could be picked off by people lurking in the wings. However, from the look of it, the woman (was she a Bones? She looked familiar) didn't seem to have much more planned beyond holding onto her wand for dear life. Did she think they were going to back off simply because she looked frightened or something? If she wasn't going to fight back, Corbina was going to at least make this entertaining for herself. "Levicorpus!" Amelia choked on a gasp as she felt herself growing weightless, feet losing contact with the ground as Corbina lifted her. The experience was surreal, something she almost doubted was actually happening, but since her doubts were incorrect, she was going to have to gain some sort of control over her panic. Still shaking, she took several deep breaths and prepared herself to cast the first curse that occurred to her -- a tripping jinx. And trip Corbina did. She hadn't been expecting anything that Amelia had cast at her to actually make contact, but concentrating on the levicorpus spell had distracted Corbina from realising that the explosions had taken out the shield charm she had cast earlier. However, as she tumbled to the ground (and scraped her knee, gasp) Corbina quit casting the spell that was keeping Amelia hovering off the ground, sending her dropping out of the air to the floor of the quidditch pitch. Demetrius ignored what was happening in the middle of the pitch, standing at the lowest part of the stands and looking around for the source of the explosions earlier. A few seconds of looking and he had already grown impatient, sending out two quick expulsos in opposite directions. Explosions were, of course, the easiest way to get someone's attention of course. He noticed an area where the resulting explosion had fallen somewhat short, several feet in front of him. Testing, he sent another expulso in that direction, and it seemed to bounce off a small circle of the stands, and merely exploded several feet of seating above it. So whoever they were fighting had warded himself in. Bloody right Amycus had warded himself in. He wasn't stupid enough to believe that he could scrape through this war without having gotten a good go against the people he was actually aligned with; he had just hoped the occasion wouldn't present itself so soon. Safe in his bubble of a protective ward, he'd settled with his back pressed against the beam -- and then the sodding explosions began. Well, fuck. Muttering sourly under his breath, Amycus spared the scene on the pitch itself a glance; then his eyes swiveled upwards to take in the hail of wood as yet another Expulso was aimed at his safe-place. "Oh, FUCK. OFF." he bellowed, more irritated than scared, knowing that his cover was blown anyway and lunging to his feet. "The language is quite unnecessary!" Demetrius yelled back, seeing the figure springing to his feet. Taking several steps closer and shooting an Incendio towards him, Demetrius anticipated an amusing reaction. Then quickly following the jet of flame with another Expulso, he watched as more of the stadium was blown away and some of it even ignited. Landing hard on her hip, Amelia let out a yelp of pain just before Demetrius's explosion yanked her attention away from the impact. She'd seen Amycus run into the stands before she'd hidden and seeing the seats in the stadium explode made her stomach drop. She hoped that he'd managed to protect himself, but the realization that if anything happened to him, she would be stuck fighting against two Death Eaters drew her focus back to Corbina. She didn't bother wasting time getting to her feet, but instead cast a stunning spell from her spot on the ground. The stunning spell glanced off of Corbina's shield charm, and Corbina almost immediately followed the explosion from losing that one with a new shield, not wanting to leave this fight more damaged than need be. She wasn't too worried, the woman didn't seem much of a threat, but animals occasionally did wild things when fearing for their survival. Corbina took aim at the woman again, casting a silent Expelliarmus, knowing it'd be easiest if she could avoid Amelia having her wand on her if she attempted anything tricky. Sirius's blasting curse sent debris flying every which way as new cliffs and craters were jutted into the ground, the explosion sending Corbina reeling. The explosion sent her flying several feet backwards, landing on her rump. She examined the explosion. Clearly it hadn't been Amelia who had cast the spell, and the blast hadn't come from the direction that Demetrius had chased his prey. So apparently they had more company. Forgetting the woman for a moment, Corbina got to her feet and cast a different blasting curse flying toward Sirius's hiding place. While Corbina was distracted, Amelia took the opportunity to clamor to her feet and try to regain some sense of composure. She wasn't used to make quick decisions and her tendency to ruminate over each move, each possibility, to weigh the pros and cons and consider the eventual outcome wasn't going to help her when she was trying both to defend herself and subdue some one else. Fortunately, she didn't have long to think before her emotions got the better of her -- when Corbina cast a blasting curse toward whoever it was that had helped her, she lost whatever grace she had left and pitched herself forward, shouting 'No!' as she tried to tackle, pummel, scratch, and kick at the death eater in front of her. "Expulso," Demetrius replied with a bored voice, causing the beam to explode violently into splinters and fall away. He was preparing to retaliate when a completely random blasting hex entered the equation. Someone else was there and it didn't appear it was another Death Eater. Turning back to look at Corbina he noticed the woman completely lose it. Normally, Demetrius wasn't someone who took things very personally, but this was different. Casting Relashio at the woman and jumping out of the stands. He was very, very annoyed now. A quick Deprimo followed his first spell at the woman and then he turned to the already highly damaged stands. Throwing three Reductos at the stands, he watched a long stretch of the stadium crumble away. They couldn't hide too much longer in the rubble. As much as he wished he could, Demetrius' assessment was correct, and Amycus suddenly found himself experiencing the incredibly unpleasant sensation of gravity. The blitz of curses aimed by the Death Eater obliterated what was left of the framework of this section of the stands -- there was nothing to do now but for him to grab blindly at whatever he could reach, none of which would keep him anchored to anything but air. As he and shattered woodwork that had once been the stands free-fell to the ground (far, far) below, Amycus did the only thing he could possibly think of in his panic and attempted to cast a cushioning charm. Sirius spared an internal laugh for himself, as he usually did when the bad guys ended up arse down, but he had to duck and swerve out from his cover pretty damned quickly. Damn, He noted mentally, That can't be good. Hopefully the guys were having better luck than he was. Of course, things definitely got interesting when the chick decided to jump on the Death Eater. The guy probably thought it was Christmas come early. He wanted light, but that wouldn't make keeping his identity and what he was going to do kept quiet. He was more worried about the latter these days, but it had to all be thought about. "Oh, for crying out loud," He went straight for the other wand, mumbling to himself as he bolted with a renewed sense of purpose. Corbina had been prepared for all sorts of retaliation -- spells, hexes, for the ground to reach up and swallow her whole -- but nothing could have prepared her for the woman running and tackling her. She shrieked and fell to the ground with Amelia on top of her. If her scream hadn't given her away as a female death eater, Amelia's newfound... closeness with Corbina would have. What sort of a savage freak was she? "Get off me you barbarian," Corbina hissed at her, grabbing the woman's hair, smashing her head towards the ground, and pushing her over, sitting on top of Amelia with her wand pointed menacingly in her face. She'd retaliated too quickly, though, and Demetrius's Relashio hit her instead, sending Corbina tumbling off of Amelia (she was unaware, however, of where the Deprimo had landed -- it certainly hadn't hit her, and that was all that mattered.) Demetrius could play with the woman for now. Out of the corner of her eye, Corbina noticed Sirius Black join their little party. Now wasn't that entertaining. Why was he hiding when they were having so much fun? With a flick of her wand she send a spell Sirius's way, moving to pull him closer into the center of the pitch. He was probably distracted anyway, given the "event" that had just unfolded for a moment between herself and Amelia. Demetrius winced at Corbina's shriek- it would have been easy for her to pass for a male throughout the entire fight if that hadn't happened. Then another wince when his spell hit her instead of the actually target. He'd have to apologise for that later. Noticing that something else had caught her attention, he turned back, a pang of glee rising in his chest as he noticed Sirius Black in their midst. Fun! But the woman would have to be taken care of first, Corbina could have Sirius for now. Well, that was something of a surprise. Not the pureblooding up the place, that was pretty average for your Death Eaters, but he had expected anything with tits to be Bella and she had a dirtier mouth than that. Damn, that would have been fun. What wasn't fun was getting dragged forward because, as usual, he was thinking offense rather than defense. He could hear Remus yelling at him right now, somewhere in the back of his head. Of course, that was nothing compared to going fucking flying like a damn quaffle. He wasn't used to the lack of focus, but two Death Eaters, two civvies and one him. "Finite!" This was going to be interesting. He took aim for the head this time, sending an Incendio her away. She wanted to play up close and personal, that's what she'd get for her trouble. ... well, this was about as comfortable as waking up to the sight of Medusa. All the cushioning charms in the world couldn't have softened the very hard and splintery fact that he was lying cocooned in sodding rubble. At some point, Amycus realized, he must have blacked out, because one second he was barreling through the air within a storm of blasted wood, and the next, he was very up close and personal with said wood, hair in his eyes and blood in his mouth. Bloody bludgering fuck, he thought, feeling an overwhelming desire to rip that namby-sodding-pamby excuse of a Death Eater a new one. He took a deep, shaky breath in and held it, listening for the sounds of battle; then, in a breathy, soft voice, whispered, "Defodio," eyes squeezed tightly shut as the wood once again went flying every which way, leaving him as free and exposed as a baby's bottom A nervous glance around was enough to assure him that the mother of all cluster-fucks was playing out right here in Hogwarts' quidditch pitch, and his hand tightened on his wand when he saw the Death Eater who'd done this to him. A spell that was not entirely sanctioned by the former Ministry was almost on his lips -- and then the sight of a madly flailing goal post caught his attention. Eyes going wide, Amycus hesitated, then cast a weak disillusionment charm on himself in order to get a closer look at what the hell was going on without getting another dozen blasting curses hurled his way. When the ring came down around her, Amelia merely ducked and raised her arms over her head in a feeble attempt to protect herself. Unfortunately, it did nothing to prevent the hoop from closing around her middle and lifting her off the ground. With a scream, she was airborne, kicking her feet and struggling against the magic that kept her trapped by the goalpost. As she grew further and further from the ground, she stopped struggling and simply stared at the figures below her in horror -- from that height, she wasn't sure if wanted to be let go at all. Corbina ducked down, narrowly missing the Incendio curse that went blazing over her head, having had quite her fill of fire over the past few months after the incident at the Library, thank you. She didn't bother to stand back up to her full height before casting her next spell, aiming a Tripping Jinx at Black. Corbina then spun about and focused her wand on the goal post that Amelia was suspended from, then with a flick of her wand caused the structure to bend like rubber, slamming the hoop that the woman was trapped inside downwards straight toward where it would colide with Sirius. Even if he managed to dodge the hoop rushing toward him, it would in the least do some damage to the woman trapped inside before sending her flinging like a catapult skywards yet again. A creative use of the environment was what it was, and Amycus had to snort down a laugh at the sight of the hoop beginning to sway downwards like some wilting plant. It seemed that terror had silenced Amelia's screaming, rendering her incapable of anything but mute, frozen fear, but although death by goal post had a ring to it that promised to be amusing for a very long time, another realization had just hatched in his mind. Save the secret-keeper, save his skin -- there would be benefits if he walked out of this with a battered but very much alive Amelia in his arms. Staring upwards at the twisting post, he finally allowed the laugh to bubble in his throat: maybe one bash, and then he'd save her. Demetrius had to laugh at the goal post launching like a catapult. That was his sort of teamwork right there. But he was rather unsure of what to do now. Thinking for a second, he grinned to himself. "Incendio." Aiming the fire towards the rubble that were once the stands, he casted the spell two more times, and the stadium was rather quickly up in flames. Perhaps this wasn't the smartest move, but he was rather enjoying it and anyone else who had taken up refuge in the stands would either be dead or scared out. Though whatever was left standing of the structure before began to crumble, and it was crumbling inwards, towards where the fighting was going on. Damn. Turning around, he cast Aguamenti at the ground just in front of the fire, dampening any flames that thought to creep towards them. "Wingardium Leviosa," he said, pointing to a lose beam of wood that was happily flaming in the stands. It hovered awkwardly for a second, before he sent it flying towards where Sirius Black had been. "Asshole!" Sirius wasn't amused by the way this was going. If he wasn't careful, smoke would become a problem. Not to mention the fact he wasn't holding his own in any particularly good way. It might have sounded particularly childish but he wasn't sure what else he could do with the bottled up anger that wouldn't get him killed. He had no desire to take a dirtnap.Up came the shielding spell but he had no idea if it was going to be strong enough. If it held, hopefully there would be an interesting bounce and it would be close enough for him to play 'pass the huge beam' or possibly destroy it so no one else was going to get hurt by it - though some splinters could make things interesting. And it had started out as such a good night as well. When the goal post holding Amelia up went swinging toward Sirius, she finally found her voice and let out a scream she'd never imagined she was capable of producing. Even though it missed its target, the post still hit the ground hard, silencing Amelia as effectively as it broke the bones in her arms, scraped her skin against the dirt and concussed her with the impact. As if that weren't bad enough, the slingshot effect whipped her up and way from the ground, releasing her only at the top of its arch to send her flying across the Quidditch Pitch. With barely any awareness of what was happening, Amelia fought the terror that threatened at her consciousness and scrambled to cast Cushioning Charms on herself. Of course, even the most well-executed charms could not have prevented her landing from hurting. When she finally returned to solid ground, it was with a loud thud, a cloud of dirt and a pained groan. She didn't bother to try and stand up, but merely cast a weak Shield Charm around her in hopes that it would give her some time to regain her bearings before she had to continue fighting -- she wasn't even sure she could at this point. It had been tempting to wave goodbye to the Bones woman as she was catapulted across the stadium and smack into the ground -- it wasn't often that Corbina had a chance to perform magic like that any more, and was thrilled that this was providing her with a perfect opportunity. Her distraction, however, resulted in her getting pelted by several of the wood splinters that erupted when the wooden beam smacked against Sirius's shield spell. Most, luckily, were thin enough to get caught in her robes, but one of the pieces shoved itself clear through Corbina's clothing, becoming lodged in her leg. That erupted in a scream that Corbina herself wasn't aware that she could produce as she yanked the piece of wood out, glaring at Sirius. She tossed the shard in the air and immediately cast "OPPUNGO," sending it barreling towards the bloodtraitor at top speed. -- there. There she was. Felled by a bash; now it was time to act. Quickly exchanging his disillusionment with a strong shield, Amycus pawed stray strands of hair out of his eyes before setting off at a dead run. "BONES!" he yelled, coming to a skidding stop before he crashed into her. He dropped to his knees, halfway through gesturing that she should get up -- and then he felt the change. Merlin's cock. The change in the air, the sudden change to the pace of the battle behind him: it all added up to one thing. "He's here," he mumbled, digging his fingers into the dirt as though to balance himself. "Bugger me, he's -- come on, you, get up!" And he lunged back to his feet, giving his wand a jerk so that Amelia would be buoyed up into his arms. Amelia could feel the change in the air as well, though she had very little idea of what had caused it or to whom Amycus was referring. It should have come to her much faster than it did, but after having been thrown across the pitch, she wasn't thinking very clearly. All she knew was that the fact that her companion seemed nervous was frightening -- if he had reason to be alarmed, she could only imagine what her coherent reaction would have been. Though she tried to lift herself up to her feet, she had very little success and simply slumped back down to the ground. She was grateful when Amycus used his wand to lift her and once securely in his arms (or as securely as she possibly could be while suspended several feet off the ground -- she was going to have a deathly fear of heights after all of this), she wrapped hers around his neck and held on as tightly as she could without choking him. Despite his short stature, Amycus was built on thick, solid lines, and so the dead weight of Amelia hampered him only in that he would not be able to react as quickly to any magic hurled their way. His shield spell was still activated, but the Death Eaters would be immediately behind him as he attempted to get the both of them the hell out of here; a conjoined attack from the masked pair would make quick work of his Protego. He had to hit them first, distract them, for that reason. That, and because his fingers were practically itching to cast some of the heavier stuff that could cause some real damage. "Hold on," he muttered to Amelia, turning around and sliding one arm so that it hooked beneath her knees; his other arm, the wand-bearing one, brushed roughly against her injuries before it brandished his wand, aiming for Corbina. Ignis Infusco, he thought, grinding his teeth in concentration as he cast the curse silently, following it up immediately with a yelled Deprimo before he whirled back around, readjusted his hold on Amelia, and began to sprint away from the direction of Voldemort. Amelia let out a quiet gasp of pain as Amycus's arm slid across her injuries, tightening her grip on his neck slightly to lift herself out of the way, even though that only caused more pain to the broken bones in her arms. She had no idea what he was doing and wasn't particularly concerned with paying attention, instead closing her eyes tightly and hoping for the best. Even the jostling involved with his running was too consuming for her to process what was happening around them -- she was only hoping that they would soon be somewhere safe enough for him to put her down. The first thing Demetrius noticed was that things felt very, very different. "He's here." The excitement bubbled in his chest, but he knew it was time to leave. Secondly, his opponent had just fired a rather unfriendly (and dark, from the looks of it) spell at- "Shit!" was the only thing he could think to say, taking a few measured steps towards where she was and firing a Shield Charm. "We need to get out of this stadium," he called insistently. His next thought was abruptly cut off by an interesting sensation. Of course it would ricochet. And of course his proximity would allow for this. Watching the side of his robes melt away, and the rather painful (excrutiating really) burn spread over his side, he tried to remember the counter curse. Stepping over to Corbina, his vision had rather begun to blur, and spots were exploding over his eyes. "Oh, that's right," he said to himself. "Finite Incantatem," he said pointing his wand at the slowly burning flesh. "That smells awful." The pain had begun to go to his head, and he wobbled dangerously. Just as he regained his balance, the Deprimo blasted through the remaining Shield Charm, blasting up the ground in between Demetrius and Corbina, though a white burst of pain told him that it hadn't quite missed, and the ground rushed up at him rather quickly. "Oh fuck." Corbina didn't think; she just moved, catching Demetrius just before his head smacked into the ground. That was it. They were done here. "Shh, stop talking, you'll hurt yourself worse," she scolded him briefly, performing the strongest healing spells she could think of to close up his wounds, but not even knowing where to begin with the curse that had hit him in the side. Whatever. It could be dealt with later. Shooting a cushioning charm onto the broomstick, she practically rolled Demetrius onto it and climbed on after him, ready to get the hell out of the stadium. But there was still Sirius Black to deal with, and the last thing they needed was him shooting spells at the broom while she and Demetrius made their escape. Barely pausing for breath between firing spells off in Sirius's direction, Corbina shouted out "Stupefy! Incarcerous! Confrigo! Deprimo! Expelliarmus! Sectumsempra! Petrificus Totalus!" all in a long stream of hate-filled spellwork, possibly not doing the best of jobs aiming but knowing it would keep him dancing in avoidance if nothing else while the two flew off to where Demetrius could receive some sort of triage healing. Hanging on to Demetrius with arm and steering the broomstick with the other, Corbina kicked up off the ground and flew toward the exit of the stadium as quickly as possible, shooting one last Incendio into the stands before they were gone. Sirius would not have admitted to the fact his heart rate had suddenly hit epic speeds later so he sure as hell wasn't going to awknowledge it now! As much as he hated to admit it, he was too distracted when the first couple of curses went off. Damn. When he always said he was fond of flying, he usually meant accompanied by a broom or a bike, not because someone just blasted at him. Especially not a girl. He cursed, landing awkwardly and had barely enough time to shield for the rest of the onslaught. That little bitch. Normally he'd like that in a woman, but not when he happened to be on the recieving end of it. He hated to run from anything, as anyone who knew him would know within seconds of meeting him, but he had to. He wasn't thinking straight, but he was thinking straight enough to know that he needed to find his friends and make sure they were okay. He desperately hoped they were. With that, he bolted out of the stadium with a wince. That was going to hurt tomorrow.
WHO: Order, Gairloch, DEs, DA, Voldie, Dumbles
WHERE: Hogwarts
WHAT: A big fucking battle
WHEN: 11pm 30 April
RATING: R, violence & death
STATUS: Complete
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3. Reinforcements arrive; BASH! (cont)
+ gargoyle (attacks Fenrir only)
Elle's stance widened when she landed and she immediately took in the situation. Spells were flying everywhere, cloaked figures were dueling with masses of people everywhere. Elle took off at a run, ready to engage the first Death Eater she came by. She caught Frank running toward the Quidditch Pitch and followed her one time mentor. A rogue spell came flying through the air and Elle cried out, "Frank! Duck!" She cast another shield charm his direction and then a blasting curse toward the Death Eater that had cast the spell in the first place. She came up to Frank and put a hand on his arm, "All right?"
Elle checked over her shoulder, the Death Eater she'd thrown a blasting curse at was now dueling someone else. She thought. There were just so many people fighting, and she couldn't really tell one Death Eater from the next. "Back at ya, Longbottom," she said with a smile and then looked over to the Quidditch Pitch. She hadn't thought about that place in years, where she'd played one year of the sport before she gave it up for school, "C'mon. We've gotta stop whatever they're gonna do to it." She led the way, fresher than he was, ready for the fight.
Fenrir growled then snorted derisively when the man simply ended his spell without fighting back. This should be fun if the man had no stomach to fight. The woman though... she had the stomach to fight and Fenrir grinned as the spell sped towards him. He slashed at it with his wand, not casting a spell so much as just using a blast of raw magic to bash it aside. It was unsophisticated and basic but it worked so he didn't care. He then threw a Sectumsempra at the pair as he passed one of his werewolves. "Finn! With me," he growled as he worked to close the distance.
Elle let her eyes flick for a moment as the ropes wound around the werewolf apparently called Finn, but her focused wasn't pulled for long; she was merely making sure he was incapacitated.
"Thanks!" she called to Frank, circling around Fenrir the opposite way. She fired off an Incendio followed by a confringo aimed at his feet. Her ire and hatred were stirred, and she wasn't holding back.
Fenrir snarled when he saw the spell shoot towards Finn and wrap him up in ropes. He knew he wouldn't have the ability to get Finn out and fend off these two, not in his current state, so Finn would have to deal with the ropes on his own.
He turned away from the other werewolf in time to see the spell shooting straight at him from the woman. He threw himself to the side and watched it fly past where he had been then the Confringo hit the ground. Dirt, rocks and grass flew everywhere and a few small stones struck Fenrir in the face. He snarled as he rolled to his feet and made a split second decision. He threw a raw but savage Expelliarmus in the man's direction then an equally raw Stupefy at the woman, following the spell in towards her.
Fenrir wasn't paying attention to the man and the Impedimenta took his feet right out from underneath him. He landed heavily on the ground, taking the breath right out of him. His temper was getting hotter and hotter and the only sound he made was a snarl as he scrambled to his feet, ignoring the pain of his injuries. Right now, all there was space for in his head was rage.
As such, he missed the approach of the gargoyle until it was almost on top of him. It was the the combination of the blow to the side and the gargoyle biting him on the arm that most definitely got his attention. He could feel the gargoyle's sharp stone teeth break through his skin and the flesh underneath tearing as he tried to pull away. He gave a shout of rage and kicked at the stone gargoyle, which only succeeded in hurting his toes. He then pointed his wand at it and snarled, "Reducto" The gargoyle let go and staggered back, a little battered and chipped by the spell but by no means finished.
+ quidditch pitch
It was no secret that Sirius loved being thrown in at the deep end and felt ever more exhilarated by the fact it was here. After all, school had always been one giant, glorious fight and one you won by graduating. It was somehow appropriate that shit would go down here. He was starting to feel a little like a headless chicken, though. Adrenalin was already pumping through him and pushing him forward after the previous fight. It was probably fair to say he was looking for the action when the explosion went off. Bingo.
Noticing shadows moving over there meant people, though if they were people he wanted to blow up or hang out with, he didn't know. He decided to stick to the shadows himself, jogging upward. He slipped in through the side, suddenly thankful for the fact he'd always suited darker colours and noted just in time to see the brightly illuminated idiot that was shielding. Right. Hold position, don't blow anyone's head up and try not to kill anyone unless you actually want to. Easier said than done, he thought to himself, hoping he could keep blended into the shadows a little longer. A little luck would not go amiss.
Sirius wasn't about to stay quiet much longer. For a start, it had taken all he had not to titter in amusement at what he was pretty sure was a 'fuck' coming from the stands. He'd heard enough of those when he'd been playing here. This was no time for nostalgia. The moment he heard the disarm, he sprinted up towards the commotion. One thing at a time. Frankly, she seemed to be in more danger than whoever may be up there. Possibly she just hadn't had the experience of being hung upside down on a Quidditch pitch. Poor old girl, clearly she needed some excitement in her life. Looks like she was getting it.
He fired off a blasting curse at the ground by her assailants feet, sending mud and grass flying into the air. While it wouldn't do anything to the bastard, it seemed like obscuring vision and distraction was usually the best bet when someone was getting really happy with their shield spells.
With the stands falling to pieces around him, Amycus lurched, shield charms flickering out as he deflected the Death Eater's exploding curse with a snappy Revulsio. Such was the nature of the revulsion jinx that it sent the curse spiraling erratically away from him, causing even more damage to the surroundings. Stumbling and struggling to regain balance, Amycus nonetheless let go of the beam that had previously been supporting his back: it was cracked right through and useless. Well, maybe not so useless, for a quick locomotor incantation made it his stringless puppet. "Your mingin' mug is unnecessary," he yelled at his opponent, and with a twist of his wand-bearing hand, sent the beam soaring toward him. Another several jerks -- random wiggles of his hand, really, as he glanced around, searching for the safest way out of this rickety, unstable mess -- caused the beam's ends to swing up and down, dementedly chopping the air (and hopefully colliding with Demetrius).
When Amelia heard the Death Eater beneath her shriek, she froze in complete shock -- there were female Death Eaters, now? Well, that was a surprise. Unfortunately, in the midst of being too stunned to react, had her head smashed into the ground. Immediately following that was Demetrius' Deprimo, which sent her rolling across the pitch, stopping only when she collided with the base of one of the goal post. When she tried to move, she could only feel pain up each side of her body, severe enough to knock the air out of her lungs and leave her gasping. She must have broken something, but she didn't know what exactly that something was. For now, she was too disoriented to know much of anything.
Looking around, he stepped forward and flicked his wand towards the goal post. The thing lurched, bending down like some absurd, misproportioned giant. The hole of it fell around the out-of-sorts woman, closing around her and lifting her up into the air.
Smoke was beginning to fill the collapsing stadium, and with a wave of her wand (as it was beginning to affect her ability to breathe now, rather than only damaging her opponents) it subsided, clearing the air so that one could see clearly through onto the school grounds. Something had changed out there while she and Demetrius had been busy fighting on the Quidditch pitch, and after a moment, it dawned on Corbina as to what (or who) it was. "He's here," Corbina noted quietly with an enthusiasm to her tone that could have been mistaken for that of her sister-in-law. They'd played around long enough. Corbina wanted to get back out there where she could watch what was about to unfold. After casting a blasting curse and a freezing spell at Sirius, Corbina threw a shield spell around herself and yelled out "Accio broomstick!" (they were in the Quidditch stadium; there had to be one there somewhere) so that she could fly out towards where the real action would be taking place as quickly as possible.
Amycus let out a low whistle as Amelia was sent hurtling across the pitch. The smoke from the raging fires was indeed beginning to make it difficult to see, let alone breathe, and he had to squint and wave smoke away with a shake of his wand to see where the woman had landed.
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