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FINAL BATTLE [04/29]
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The quidditch pitch 1
Elle rushed out onto the grounds, her heart already racing, but without trepidation or worry in her stomach. She felt stronger, more ready. Maybe it had to do with the fact that she'd actually had a victory in her mind: bringing Gina back from the Rehabilitation Centre had been probably the highlight of her year so far. She knew Gina would be fighting alongside them again - and that was a good feeling. She flanked around what used to be Hagrid's hut and out to the Quidditch Pitch. Others were already spreading out, engaging in duels of their own. She stopped to quickly catch her breath after the sprint and then readied herself. What she wasn't ready for was the figure crossing the grounds near her. That bastard. Without a thought for her wand, Elle's blood boiled as she broke into a hard sprint and leapt to tackle the traitor that had lost them so much. "You fucking bastard!" Elle screamed, her right fist - fingers still clutching her wand - bore down on Amycus' shoulder blade from behind, and she jumped up to follow it and get him down to the ground. For all that his... Death Eater compatriots were nigh on boiling with fury and determination to finish this buggeryfuck of a war, their fervor had failed to imbue him, leaving Amycus to carry out his orders to scout out the area and attack to kill with something approximating apathy. There was the Quidditch pitch he had ruined back when he was still considered one of the Albion soldiers, where he'd almost blown another Death Eater to pieces in his effort to keep his cover intact. That had been fun. Was it before, or after Alecto's murder -- with a squint of his eyes as he peered at the old destruction, he realized he couldn't quite place dates anymore. Too many days hungover and too many nights doing Merlin knew what to himself tended to have that amnesic effect. It was a pity Emory wasn't by his side for this. With that old teabagger of a mate of his by his side, things would've been far more bloody interesting. Amycus had half a mind to contact his greasy friend when suddenly -- he was eating dirt as a familiar voice sounded in his ears. "--- for fuck's SAKE, Abercrombie," came the winded wheeze as he threw her off of him and rolled onto his back. She rolled off of him quickly but didn't waste time, pouncing on him once he rolled onto his back. She straddled his stomach and she threw a punch at his jaw, "You fucking traitor!" She drew back her knee and brought it back hard against his ribs. "You're the fucking reason-" The reason for what? The reason they'd lost the Ministry in the first place? Perhaps. The reason Millicent was dead? Most definitely. But there were too many thing she wanted to attribute to him, and so she reared back and went to punch him once more. "You deserve to die you horrendous piece of dragon shit!" His only verbal response to that was a rapid, "Ladies first," which came accompanied by a hard expulsion of breath as he caught her fist with tightly gripping fingers, then jerked it to the side. If the wrench managed to yank her off him, good; if it broke her wrist, better. "I'm not a fucking trai-" she was whipped off of him and at least had the sense to push off with her foot to keep the delicate bones of her wrist together. She rolled and then immediately kicked out, hoping to strike him in the ribs. She wanted to claw his eyes out, make him physically feel the emotional pain he had put them all through. She made her way to all fours and dove after him again, not wanting to give him a moment's rest. The bastard didn't deserve her mercy, and she wasn't about to give it to him. In the time it took Elle to find her balance, Amycus had found his by pushing himself onto his knees. They scraped painfully against the ground as he braced himself against her attack: as she lunged at him, he wrapped one burly arm around her waist, all but crushing the far more delicately built Auror against him as he hammered his teeth in her neck. (Tabitha, he thought with a brief flicker of amusement, was a bad influence.) Before his teeth managed to grab ahold of her neck, her leg wound through his as he tackled her to the ground. However, any thought of grappling with him was dispelled by the feeling of teeth. He was biting her!? She wrenched her neck away, feeling bits of skin drag away with his teeth. Gross. "Who-" she said in a strained voice as she reached up and grabbed his ear and pulled it away from his head sharply and with as much force as she could get from her position - "bites?" Her shoulder came up to hit him in the chin, and she wriggled, trying desperately to get out from underneath him. This was her only disadvantage in a physical fight - her smaller frame allowed her to be pinned far too often for her liking. The force with which her shoulder hit his jaw sent Amycus' teeth snapping together, scraping the inside of his cheek in the process. His mouth filled with blood, and the mixture of his and Elle's stained his teeth red as he held her leg trapped between his and dug his elbow into the hollow of her throat. "Who?" he asked, out of breath, words made thick from the blood coating his throat. "-- call a bloke an animal for long enough an' they start acting like one, Elle." Elle couldn't respond, his elbow digging deep into her throat. She struggled for breath and in desperation gathered all her strength and drew her knee up, up, up and wham! in between his legs. She drew her arm across her body as if she were trying to get our from under him, but instead drew it back across his face. "None of us called you anything like that," she wheezed and rubbed at her throat. She pushed away from him as much as possible - she needed to regroup before attacking him again. And where had her wand run off to? Not that she wanted to use it quite yet. Oh, fucking FUCK. He would've preferred all his fingers snapped into unnatural angles all over again instead of this, this horrible, immediate nausea that came with knee hitting balls. His eyes widened and his mouth dropped open in a silent groan, and -- effectively disabled for that moment -- he grew still and heavy on top of Elle. And then -- something was smacking his face, and he was sucking in an angry breath as the agony became a furious throb. "But you think it," he whispered through his teeth, reaching up to grab a fistful of her hair in order to jerk her head to the side. "Don't you, you stupid bitch? Don't" fist slammed into her chest, "you?" "No!" She cried out, her nails going to claw at his face as he pulled at her hair. Normally she didn't resort to such things, but at the moment she didn't care. The air was knocked out of her and she saw stars when he punched her in the chest, and for a brief moment she felt weaker than she actually was. However, air suddenly poured into her lungs, and she gave him an uppercut to the underside of his jaw. She then used her legs to flip him over and off of her once more. "No," she said again, more firmly this time, "You were Al's trainee. You had potential. But then you threw it away for a lost cause." She got to her feet and aimed a hard, sharp kick at him, "Where is your fucking Lord now?!" A rushed, frantic laugh was suddenly spilling from his throat, even as the cords of muscle in his neck bunched together and pulled in a self-defensive reflex that spread through his entire body as Elle's foot landed firmly against him. "Who gives a shit about my fucking Lord," he managed to get out. "We're all buggered anyway -- you, me. You especially--" he grabbed her foot before it struck again, hands clawing up her leg so that he could pull himself up. "Maybe if you wasn't getting buggered by good ol' Al, he would've noticed just how much potential I really had." Elle punched again across his face, staggering backwards away from him. Did he really- did he really blame her if Al didn't pay enough attention to him? It wasn't as though she and Al had been dating all through Amycus' training. Hell, they'd barely been dating two months before the world fell apart when Al was bitten. "You fucking pathetic piece of shit," she growled out, leaning down and scooping up her wand that had been discarded when she tackled him, "You find fault with everyone else, except yourself. You blame Al for not paying enough attention. You blame me for taking attention away. You blame Albion for thinking you're an animal. You probably blame the Death Eaters for your sister's death. Did it ever occur to you that you might, perhaps, have some fault for how your fucking life turned out?" "Incarcerous!" she cried, using magic for the first time since crossing his path, "We would have protected you. I would have trained you further. Instead you ran away like a coward with your tail between your legs." She threw up a shield charm and sneered at him through the silver sheen, completely disgusted at the man before her. His expression grew dark and ugly. There'd been a glint of manic amusement swimming in his eyes -- now it faded into a glare of rage as Elle's words hit home. "Would have, would have," he spat, taking on a high-pitched tone as he mocked her, his own wand ready to rip the Incarcerous in two. The ropes fell to the ground, wasting instantly away as he trod over them in his path to Elle, a stream of orange light sent flying through the air straight at her. "Do you think you could've taught me better than your sad little Hitwizard? That any of you little Albionites could?" A snicker. Sweat beaded on his forehead as he continued the spell, forcing it, willing it to eat through her shield. "Coward? Fuck you. I did my job. I did it WELL." "Of course we could have! We act-" but it was too late. Her shield charm broke and the orange light hit her despite trying to dive out of the way. She suddenly felt like she was drowning and despite her best effort, she couldn't get a spell to work. Elle's eyes teared up and she tried to finite the spell, but to no avail. Maybe they couldn't have taught him better. They definitely wouldn't have taught him this. She stumbled and fell to her knees. What an evil spell. It was cowardly. She knew she had to break his concentration, but she just didn't know how when she was nearly incapacitated. She went to her hands and knees, willing her body to breathe. With a last ditched effort, she threw herself to the ground and rolled, her leg aiming for his. She had to break this spell. Had to. For all the fury that swam in his gaze, a grin lifted the corners of his mouth as Elle collapsed from the magical chokehold he had on her. His elbow locked into place, his arm remained steady as he forced the spell on the woman, eyes fixed on her struggle to breathe. He wanted to hear that final rattle that meant death was but another heartbeat away. "Sorry," he said breezily, except he didn't sound sorry at all. "Missed that, Elle." Her pathetic attempt to strike at him was easily side-stepped and only encouraged him to bear down on her, orange light darkening as he drew closer to the woman. "Speak up!" was rapped out as he reached down, tangling his fist in her hair and dragging her up to her knees. "Didn't --" Death Eaters will immediately retreat to the gates. Amycus groaned. Cock-sucking Inner Circle, always getting in his way. The rest of Avery's booming call for a retreat was lost on him as he lowered his wand, orange fading as the spell was allowed to dwindle into nothingness. His other hand, however, was still on Elle, and while she was still incapacitated by the lack of air, he would take advantage of her. He yanked her head back. "We're not finished," he breathed, and then shoved his mouth against hers for one brief and vicious kiss before letting her fall back and making his getaway, disappearing with a crack. Just when she thought death or at least unconsciousness was at her doorstep, there came that booming voice that allowed air to come flooding into her lungs. She'd never been so grateful for a Death Eater's voice. That is, of course, until Amycus kissed her. She nearly wretched when he disapparated, and she couldn't help but glare at the spot where he once had been, "You're damn right we're not finished, you bastard." And with that, Elle sprinted back up toward the castle, though her lungs screamed for her to slow down and take it easy. She wasn't ready to. Her blood was boiling and she was ready to fight to whatever end. Peggy hated these big battle things. She hated just the sight of Hogwarts. She didn't understand why she had to keep coming to them when there were never any babies there. Or when there were, they were still inside bellies and the mum was too quick for even two hags. That was Peggy's problem - she was old and she was slow, and she could do pretty well when she had an element of surprise or when up against people who couldn't fight real well, but at these battle things, she normally couldn't do that. The last one she had left early, but she was pretty sure she couldn't do that again, not after her and Seonag's last specific mission the Death Eaters had given them where they ended up eating the Alice lady that the old attractive guy had wanted. So this time Peggy was determined to stay and prove herself so that he would no longer be mad. She would simply find someone who looked pretty weak and go after them. Let the kids with wands fight the stronger looking ones. She spied a real young looking girl - couldn't have been more than 14 probably, and held out her hand, sending a large blast of hag-magic straight at her. Tabitha hated to admit it, but she was scared. This battle was huge and though she'd tried to keep an eye on Moody, she'd lost track of him in the shuffle and chaos, and now she was utterly alone, and had ended up quite a bit off track near the quidditch pitch. She at least knew the traps here and how to avoid getting hit with the rogue bludgers that were due to attack if anyone on the opposing side came too close -- but that didn't help when she was caught off guard by a rather nasty bit of magic... magic that certainly wasn't of the wizarding variety. The magic ripped into her shield spell and tore it away, landing her a nasty burn to the chest that tore through her shirt and welted the skin. It could have been worse. A lot worse. And though she was afraid she was determined not to run. "Stupefy!" She cried, casting another shield spell as quickly as she could. "Accio bludger!" Peggy wanted to laugh at the girl's misfortune of Peggy's blast hitting, but she didn't have the chance before the girl trained her wand on Peggy and the hag had to leap out of the way, the red blast of magic coming dangerously close to the hag's left arm. She breathed a sigh of relief, then stretched out her arm to send a tripping spell at the girl. "KYAHAHAHA" she cackled, the spell leaving her hand with a whoosh. Unfortunately for her, she wasn't able to see whether or not it hit the girl, as something had and fast hit her in the back of the head. Her face hit the ground and everything felt, somehow, red, and very hot. For as long as Peggy O'Nell had lived in the wizarding world, she never had learned too much about Quidditch. She knew there were brooms and balls involved, and what the quidditch pitch looked like, but when Tibby had summoned the bludger, her mind had not recognised the word and subsequently dismissed it. "Urrrrgggn," she moaned. Tabitha landed right on her face as the spell hit her, and she grunted, spitting mud out of her mouth and wiping grass out of her eyes. Stupid hag. She hoped that bludger had done her some major brain damage. Tabitha had tried out for quidditch, but she hadn't been good for much of anything but the flying -- which was good, as flying skills were imperative when you had iron cannonballs speeding towards you at god-knew-how-fast. Unfortunately she couldn't fly now, so she hoped that bludger stayed over there by Peggy. "Protego," she whispered, before sending out a furnunculus and confundo. Even with her anger, she still had trouble casting anything serious enough to do real harm. She just wanted to stop Peggy -- and maybe tie her up till the fighting was over. The hag was pulling herself to her feet when the girl's first spell hit her, a warm and uncomfortable feeling now spread all over her body and through her wrinkles, even down between her toes. She crouched down slightly (just in time for a second hex to go flying over her head) and lunged at the girl. She was ginger - they were always more delicious. Good gravy, Tabitha thought in the brief seconds before she had a boil-covered hag knocking her over. She must not have even noticed the spell considering all her other awful hagly afflictions. If she didn't have hag claws and teeth getting into her, she might have felt a little bit sorry for the horrible old lady. Instead, she screamed and jabbed at the hag with her wand. "Get off me you sick freak!" Not quite the most convincing of battle-cries but she didn't quite have it together enough to curse her just yet. Tabitha's screams would have made Peggy cackle, had she heard them, but she was so intent on getting a little nibble-nibble that she heard nothing. She wanted to see if this girl would be all right with being her lunch, so she began to claw as rapidly as she could and, spying a patch of skin, tried to sink her teeth into her for a great big bite. Mmmm. Several tears in Tibby's clothes opened up, as did a good chunk of her skin as the hag's teeth penetrated skin. With a horrible scream, she fell to the ground, kicking, flailing, and biting. It wasn't until she remembered that she had a wand that she finally used it, shoving it as hard and fast into Peggy's stomach as she was able. "DEPULSO," she screamed, trying to get the hag off of her. "CONFUNDO!" The hag found herself soaring away from the girl rather suddenly and then - wait, what was she doing? She looked around blankly. There was a girl, there was a tree, there was some grass, there was a castle. Huh. Was she on a picnic? 3) Damocles & Agatha vs Gaius As soon as the gates had been opened, Gaius rushed between the iron bars and made his way along the perimeter, careful not to veer too close to the wall in case there were some nasty wards that would finish the vigilantes' jobs before he could even get started. He stayed close enough to the wall that he might be somewhat out of sight and crept nearer to the front where he was sure there would be numerous targets that he hoped he'd be able to pick off easily enough. This was madness, but he tried not to let the chaos drag him in as he pointed his wand at the first unhooded figure he saw. "Incendio!" Damocles had been planning to follow some people towards another direction, but when he smelled something burning, he had stopped in his tracks, looking down to see that the sleeve of his robes was on fire, and, attempting to not panic, he quickly put the fire out with a quick Aguamenti, looking up to see who had attacked him. Deciding that it was better not to hesitate, he aimed a Deprimo towards the Death Eater. The curse hit Gaius square in the chest even as he tried to move out of the way and sent him flying backward into the wall. His lungs were on fire as he tried to gasp for air, chiding himself for not having been more prepared for a counter-attack, but before he could do much else, vines whipped out of the wall and snatched up one of his arms. Panicked, he looked back and forth between the wall and Damocles, trying to decide which to deal with first. Pulling against the vine, he aimed his wand as steadily as he could toward the vigilante, shouting "Confringo!", "Incarcerous!" and "Stupefy!" in rapid succession before turning his attention back to the angry plant, which he detached from himself with a Severing Charm, though it was no use, as another of the green limbs quickly took its place, wrapping tightly around his wrist. "Protego!" Damocles managed to block the first spell, but not the second -- his body was wrapped around vines from the spell, and he lost his balance, falling to the ground and narrowly missing the Stunner. He blinked from surprised as he landed on the ground -- then winced. This wasn't good at all -- he couldn't move, and, judging from the Death Eater in front of him, he doubted that he would be spared. He struggled to move, but to no avail. Agatha had been trying to keep her promise to Severus and stay out of any direct fighting and mostly she'd been able to succeed. She'd healed a few people and shot off a few spells at critical moments but had otherwise stayed out of the way. But when she saw a man she was certain was in the Order go down tangled up in vines with a Death Eater right there, she didn't hesitate for one moment. She ran forward with determination on her face, her beater's bat in one hand and her wand in the other. She pointed her wand at the Death Eater and yelled, "Deprimo!" then fell to her knees beside the Order man, whose name she couldn't for the life of her remember, and started cutting the vines away. Gaius had been preoccupied with trying to remove the vines from his own arm and had not even noticed that Damocles was unable to move or that Agatha had approached -- at least not until he heard her shouted spell. His first instinct was to cower, but with his arm caught in the vines, moving out of the way was a far more complicated task than simply ducking. It was nearly too late when it occurred to him that he had a wand and could conjure a Shield Charm to protect himself. After doing that, he narrowed his eyes at the pair, unable to make out who the witch was from his place against the wall. It didn't matter -- they were enemies either way. "Confringo! Diffindo! Incendio!" he delivered in rapid succession before he cast another Shield Charm and returned to the vines, which did not seem to want to leave him alone. Damocles was thankful for whoever this witch was -- he even managed to smile at her gratefully, though she probably couldn't see that he was -- there was no time to say 'thank you' as he freed himself from the vines. The Death Eater obviously wasted no time either, and Damocles frantically conjured his Shield Charm again for both him and the witch, blocking his spells, though his Diffindo cut through his arm's skin, and he felt blood trickling down -- but that didn't stop him from shielding themselves from the fire. Once he saw that the Death Eater seemed distracted, he aimed a Jelly Legs Jinx towards him, and another spell, Jelly Fingers Jinx, just so that he wouldn't be able to escape from the vines. Agatha felt her heart pounding madly as she cut the Order man free. She didn't like not knowing what the Death eaters was doing and she was starting to understand why Severus had been so worried. She wished she knew where he was but she quickly set aside that thought. She didn't dare let herself get distracted. She did flinch when the spells hit the shield and when the Diffindo got through and sliced into her shoulder, she couldn't help the cry of pain. She drew in a sharp breath and metaphorically squared her shoulders, determined not to back down now. She pointed her own wand at the Death Eater and followed the Order man's spells with an "Incarcerous". She then spared the Order man a quick distracted smile. "I'm Agatha." Gaius's Shield Charm repelled both of Damocles spells and once again reminded him of their presence. He was able to free his arm from the vines, but as he tried to get away from the wall, he felt himself stumbling as Agatha's curse broke through the shield, which he'd completely forgotten to maintain, and ropes began creeping up his legs. Even as he fell, he tried to shoot off several more Blasting Curses, a Tripping Jinx and -- the only other thing he could think of -- a Disarming Spell. Not watching to see if he would have any luck with them, he turned his attention back to his legs and cast Finite on the ropes before removing them with a Severing Charm -- a timely process, but it was better than being tangled up and completely vulnerable. "Damocles," he responded quickly, also giving her a distracted smile, deciding that the name was familiar, though at that moment he couldn't quite concentrate nor was it his priority to remember who she was, exactly. Making himself focus on the fight once more, he managed to dodge a few of Gaius' Blasting Curses with his own Shield Charm, but the Tripping Jinx caused him to fall down just as he was taking a few steps forward to get a better aim at the Death Eater. "Deprimo." Agatha wasn't quite as lucky as Damocles. While she was able to shield out the first blasting curse that came her way, the second way weaseled its way past her shield and slammed into her chest. She flew backwards with a cry of pain and surprise and landed heavily. For a moment she lay there stunned and a couple of other spells flew past them then she drew in a couple of shaky breaths. She would not allow herself to be beaten like this. She absolutely would not. She clambered to her feet with a few small stifled cries of pain then pointed her wand at Gaius and after hearing what Damocles cast, said shakily, "Expulso" While Gaius was able to block the first of their retaliatory spells, the second was too quick for him and he was thrown backward into the wall. Knowing that the vines would surely not take much pause at the impact and would soon have him confined again, he tried as best he could to ignore the pounding in his head after having knocked it against the stones and stumbled away to where he fell on the grass, glaring between his two obstacles. With a switch of his wand and a Severing Charm, Gaius was able to detach some of the thorns from the vines covering the wall (at which they balked and stretched out toward him, though he was fortunately out of their reach), and sent them with an Oppugno toward the two terrorists. Upon closer inspection, he realized precisely who the witch was -- Snape's little half-blood wife. Those traitors. Under any other circumstances, he'd have reservations about attacking a woman in battle, but this was not just any woman -- she had betrayed them along with her filthy half-blood, Muggle-loving husband. Rage providing him energy, Gaius pointed his wand at her. "Levicorpus!" Let her see how she liked having Snape's own spells used against her. For a moment Damocle's attention was averted when Agatha was hit by the spell, but was relieved when she got up again. Putting up his shield charm again, he managed to block some of the vines, though it didn't last long enough -- some grazed past his arms and face, cutting through his skin a little. He winced, putting up his hands, and the next thing he knew, the Death Eater had already aimed a spell at Agatha. "Stupefy!" he shouted, wanting to distract him away from what he was doing. Agatha remembered her training this time and cast the strongest shield Severus had been able to teach her. She also remembered to duck this time even though it made her gasp as pain rippled through her chest. The spell that had been aimed at her flew over her head and she'd straightened up, giving another little gasp of pain. She suspected she might have cracked ribs but she wasn't going to let that stop her. She followed up Damocles' Stupefy with a Jelly Legs jinx and debated whether to move closer to Damocles so they could shield each other or move further away so that Gaius could only attack one of them and therefore give the other a free shot. Gaius cast a Shield Charm, deflecting the Stunner as he walked forward, wanting to be both further away from the wall and at a closer range for when he cast his next spell. Mid-step, the Jelly Legs Jinx sent him falling first to his knees, then to his rear on the ground. Cursing quietly to himself, he turned his attention away from his useless legs to Damocles, casting a Summoning Spell in hopes that if he got him closer to the wall, the vines would see fit to attack him instead. Then for Agatha -- and at the thought, he nearly growled -- "Crucio!" Damocles blinked as he found himself being forced forward near the wall, the vines starting to surround him as he stopped. For a while he was distracted just like the Death Eater had been, the thorns of the vines starting to cut through his sleeves. He was alarmed when the man cast the Cruciatus Curse at Agatha, knowing that it was best to get himself out of the mess he was in and to help her immediately before he could inflict further damage on the woman. "Incendio," he hissed, setting the vines on fire so that they would disentangle themselves from him. Once he managed to shake off the vines he sent an Expulso towards the Death Eater with the intention of getting him away from Agatha. Agatha's shield managed to hold against the Cruciatus... at first. She was doing her best not to let her fear overcome her as it seemed that the Death Eater was targeting her. She supposed she shouldn't be surprised. They couldn't be pleased at her and Severus' betrayal. She thought that her shield was going to hold but the spell was strong and before it finished, her shield collapsed and the spell hit her. It might have been nearly done but it was strong enough to make her scream and fall to the ground, curling up against the pain. Gaius might have been able to hold the spell for a bit longer had Damocles' spell not hit him and sent flying to a landing spot several meters away. Clenching his teeth as he scrambled back to his feet, fighting off the urge to lay there, still, until he caught his breath, he looked between his two opponents, unsure of which to attack first. Either way, he needed to work fast, before either of them could get spells off. His wand fell to point at Agatha and he sent a Blasting Curse in her direction before quickly switching to Damocles, at whom he aimed a silent Levitation Charm. Seeing the damage that the Death Eater had done to Agatha, Damocles scrambled and attempted to run towards her, but for some reason he was now floating up in the air. He blinked in surprise at first, looking down at the ground which was now metres below him, and then at the man, who had his wand aimed at him. "Put me down!" he protested, and then a second a half later realised that, bloody Hell, that was the worst request one could ever request from someone in this situation. It was sweet relief when the Cruciatus finally ended and Agatha really understood why the curse was considered an Unforgivable. It took her a moment to catch her breath and try and get to her feet. She had only managed to get to her knees when the blasting curse hit her. She'd never even seen it coming. This time she felt one of her ribs break but the pain and the humiliation of being caught so unawares had a different reaction that Gaius might have expected from a woman. She got angry. She steeled herself and bound her ribs using a quick Ferula. They still hurt but at least she could work now. She quickly put a shield up then placed her beater's bat on the ground. She cast the spell on it that turned it into a bludger but then she altered it a little, focusing the spell so it would only attack Gaius. It was illegal to use this variation of the bludger spell during a game but this was no game. She sent the bat-turned-bludger off on its merry way then saw Damocles floating nearby. "Finite," she said pointing her wand at him then she turned her wand on Gaius and cast a Rictusempra in the hope it would distract him from the bat-bludger. A reaction that he hadn't expected for sure, Gaius was in the middle of casting Finite on his legs so that he could pick himself up off the ground when he was caught in Agatha's spell and the unforgiving urge to laugh. His half-functional limbs flailed in the dirt as he curled into himself, laughing so hard that he could barely breathe, though there was nothing that he found remotely amusing about it. He was not even aware of the bludger as it came soaring toward him, pelting him in the arm, the bones of which snapped under the heavy iron enchantments. And the laughter abruptly stopped, transitioning instead into a cry of pain as Gaius rolled onto his back and aimed a Blasting Curse at the stupid thing. In a moment of panic, he reached over himself with his uninjured arm and cast another Incendio at the woman. How many times had this woman helped him? He was all too relieved when he was on the ground again. Seeing Gaius distracted with the laugh (it was quite amusing to him that the Death Eater was laughing but this was certainly not the right moment to be amused by this kind of situation). This time, Damocles knew that he shouldn't be hesitating; he started run towards Agatha so that he was by her side-- it was safer that way than letting her be alone. It seemed like the Death Eater, for some reason, wanted to hurt her more and hurting women was not on in Damocles' book. Casting an effective Shield Charm, he managed to block Gaius' fire. Immediately after that he shot a Deprimo at him and started to pull Agatha back so that they would be far away from the other man. Agatha was so relieved when Damocles joined her and deflect the spell that had been heading towards her. She felt so tired and she hurt and she just wanted this to be over. She managed to get her feet underneath her and leaned on him as they stumbled away from the Death Eater though she did point her wand over her shoulder and cast a Furnunculus charm as she went. She had no idea whether it was accurate or not but hopefully it would be enough of a distraction. Fortunately for Gaius (since he didn't fancy the idea of boils at all, especially not on him), he was unable to move out of the way of Damocles' spell and it sent him sliding across the ground out of range of Agatha's curse. He was too busy groaning on the ground and trying to cast Finite correctly on his practically mangled legs to notice or care that they were leaving. He was just relieved that there would be no more curses barraging him while he was trying to gain his footing. By the time the call came to retreat, Gaius was finally able to get back to his feet and though certainly worse for the wear, he was grateful to still be in one piece. James didn't know where Lily was and he didn't know where his mum was, but he knew if he was going to fight somewhere he was going to fight at the Quidditch Pitch which always meant good luck for him. He had his cloak on as he made his way across the grounds trying to keep clear of the traps he knew about. No one could see him but when he finally ended up on the pitch he pulled it off and shoved it half down his pants to keep track of it. His wand was up as he surveyed the area. Some people were already fighting around this area and bludgers were going nutters. Luckily, Quidditch reflexes came in handy and he dodged one and then another, distracting him for long enough that he didn't see the one armed werewolf coming up on him. Daniel was having quite a time of dodging the bludgers that were swooping down toward him. He'd never understood why anyone would want to play sports and the fact that these enchanted objects were clobbering him when he was trying to focus didn't help first impressions much. Crouching low to the ground in hopes of avoiding them, Daniel waited until he saw some one he could attack -- and preferably some one attractive. He didn't have to wait long until James Potter came into view and that was enough for him. A strapping lad who would likely put up a good fight would satiate several of the hungers the werewolf had developed. So there was no hesitation, even with bludgers flying dangerously close, before he took off -- bounding more like a three-legged dog than a human -- toward the man, launching himself forward with the attack. Teeth, claws and his own mass were the weapons he had to use and he was taking advantage of all of them. James was bowled to the ground with the blow, but years of fighting off Sirius gave him the ability to keep his wits about him as he returned blow for blow and attempted to beat the living shit out of the werewolf above him. He still had a hand on his wand, but with his wand arm pinned partly under him it was forcing him to use his other skills for now. The wolf was above him and as a bludger came sailing their way, James pushed up hard, trying to force it to connect with the wolf's neck. The first bludger missed but another was following close behind it and James bit down hard on the wolf's shoulder, hoping the moment of surprise would give him enough time to get the fucker's head cracked. Having been far too focused on clawing and biting anything within his reach and drowning out the painful blows his opponent had been delivering with as menacing a growl as he could muster, Daniel failed to see the bludger coming toward them until it was far too late to get out of its path, particularly as James bit him. The iron ball connected with his shoulder, shattering the bones in its wake and sending him flying off the other man's back. He landed several yards away with a groan, dazed and in pain nearly to the point of unconsciousness, but the sight of the bludger coming back for seconds sent his adrenaline pumping. Dragging himself to his feet, he tried to run and leap behind James -- he'd always wanted a knight in shining armour, but a kid in glasses and wizarding robes was close enough for the time being. "Oh, fuck no," James growled, ducking and shoving hard, pushing the werewolf's head right in front of the bludger. There was no fucking way he was going to protect someone who was trying to kill him, not to mention someone who had probably been party to the killing of his friends. There had been a time when James would have taken care of damn near anyone, enemy or not, but that time was over. He rolled at the last minute, knowing that bludgers could be tricky things. Try as he might to get out of the bludger's path, Daniel -- even with his added speed -- was not fast enough. The iron ball connected with his head and though Finn had always considered Dan particularly hard-headed, it was no match for the enchanted ball. With a roar of pain, he fell to the ground of the pitch, blood dripping down the side of his head and neck from a now fractured -- or more accurately, shattered -- skull. His ears quickly filled with blood that muffled the din of the battle raging around them, but replaced it with the roaring of his own heartbeat, which was fastly fading. He couldn't see anything beyond a few inches beyond his nose, and even that small bit of vision was being edged out by blurriness. He didn't know how much longer he could stay like this -- barely breathing, barely thinking and bleeding from practically every orifice from the neck up. He'd known there was a certain level of risk in fighting against wizards, but he hadn't counted on a battle with a bloody bludger being his undoing. What a pathetic way to go. He just hoped that somehow, someway, he made it to heaven. James had meant for the bludger to hit the wolf but he hadn't-- he really hadn't meant-- It was awful to look at and impossible to heal with the skills James had. Shit. "Don't move," James said, sending a shielding charm at the both of them as another bludger dodged there way. "Just close your eyes. It'll all be over in a minute." This was a battle. It was a war. But James didn't have the killing instinct. Not really, but he did know a killer spell and it seemed... humane... to try it. He stood, glancing for an oncoming bludgers. It seemed clear for the next few seconds. He concentrated hard... he didn't want to fuck this up. He thought about Sirius, and then about Bellatrix... about Remus, and Gaius, and his uncle and Severus. Then there was Edgar, and Agnes and Marlene. That was enough. "Avada Kedavra!" The flash of green light flew out of his wand and struck the werewolf in the chest. Then it was over.
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