Re: Airborne - Miles takes the battle to the skies
He’d awoke with a strange jolt. Something was wrong, and in his waking delirium he didn’t know what, only that something was. Once he’d realized what it was, his gut fell. Looking down at Verity, still peacefully asleep… He couldn’t wake her, but then- if what he thought was wrong…
No, she was ill already. He’d, as quickly and quietly as possible, gotten up- ready, and apparated straight to Upper Slaughter. What he found was….chaos.
There was fire and smoke and screams- he didn’t understand it, Upper Slaughter was under the Fidelus, but there was an attack- and currently his home was on fire.
“Fuck.” It was too big to put out with magic- and as was- he could not just walk out of the battle. If the Lestrange’s found out…
Just then something fell- from the sky. “What the hell?!” Montague furiously spit, ducking out of habit and looking up.
Fliers- up- in the air… They were throwing things down- causing the fires. Shit, battle, at Upper Slaughter- how they were found out he could yet understand- but as it was, he couldn’t just keep letting it go…
Pulling on his hood, putting on his mask- he was only glad of the foresight (but then, his house wards had been going off that had happened, well, never)- now he just needed a fucking broom.
He couldn’t summon his; for one- the best was in O’Shea Manor, the next, in Italy, and the spare- probably a pile of ash in the closet…
Didn’t matter though because there was another flier overhead, had a large amount of the ammunition on it and he raised up, shot up with a streak of purple. It hit the tail end of the twigs sending the rider into a spin, but Montague didn’t focus on where the man landed, he was more concerned with a broom…
Miles place! It wasn’t far, he would have one!
Trying to keep a dodge on the fliers and the drops from above, Montague attempted to make it to his friend’s own home- only… the closer he got- the fire was everywhere, and then someone fell from the sky…. They were clinging desperately to their broom, but it didn’t matter, the projectory was to the ground, there was no chance- he winced as the man landed back first, head snapping back…
Broom was okay though; looking up, no one else seemed to be coming- he had been tail spinning this direction, so Montague stepped to the body, scowled at it behind his mask and waved his wand to separate wood from flesh, picking up, giving a light kick with his foot to turn the body over so it wasn’t staring up into the air. Astride the broom Montague rose, to see what help could be founded.