The first, he expected her to dodge, but the second- again, her reflexes were good- most ducked into the second. Reminded him of someone…but it didn’t solidify because she was swerved and aim for him and he was pulling his own wand up to throw a stunner at her, watching the blood seep from her shoulder, before spinning out of her spell and pulling up only to feel the slash cut across his leg.
“Fuck.” Montague hissed, the pain searing across the skin, blood trickling hot down his calf. “That the best you got?” He snapped at her, pulling his cocky attitude in to distract from the pain. “Weak there Auror.” He spit again, casting another hate filled ’imperio’ towards her.