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2. The Order attacks the Inner Circle & Dark Army (cont)
d. Aeneas(3), Tabitha(7) vs Frank(3), Damocles(4), Hagrid (8)
+ suit of armour (attacks only Tabitha)
+ Hagrid's hut (which should totally get set on fire)
Tabitha had never really expected to work directly alongside such high ranking Death Eaters. While he certainly didn't know everyone's status, it was easier to tell which ones were on the top -- and now, here she was, helping to infiltrate the grounds of one the wizard school they tried to take over once before, and she had every intention of impressing her superiors whenever she could. Ever since the death of her husband, Tabitha has felt detached from the rest of Fenrir's army: She participated when necessary, doing whatever was asked of her, of course. She was realising, however, that as much as she respected Fenrir and his status in the pack and amongst the other Death Eaters -- there were people higher than him she could try to grab the attention of. She didn't really know what she wanted anymore, but the more she worked to impress those above her in the pecking order, the more options she assumed she could gain.
She didn't know if this would end up the way she planned, but it was better than accepting things the way they are. She was already in good terms with Marius, the son of one of the Inner Circle, and Tabitha was fairly certain he would speak well of her -- but the more to notice her, the merrier.
A flicker in the corner of her eye, and Tabitha looked left to see Hagrid's hut, candlelight visible through the windows. An unusually large shadow passed by on the wall inside, and she looked at the Death Eater closest to her -- Aeneas Nott. "There's someone in the little house over there."
Aeneas thought he heard someone addressing him and, looking over to his left, he found he was correct. A werewolf. He frowned, displeased that a creature such as that would address him, but he was smart enough to listen to what she had to say and assess the value in it. He eyed the werewolf - it was a she-werewolf - his eyes resting just a brief moment longer than they should of on her chest. He quickly looked away, toward the direction of the house she was indicating.
Ah. It was a little round hut with a pumpkin patch next to it, and though he couldn't see in the dark quite as well as she could and therefore didn't catch the glimpse of a shadow like she could, he did not question the werewolf. "Come along," he instructed her as he altered his course slightly. "We will take care of the hut."
Tabitha had noticed where Aeneas' eyes had lingered, and her eyes narrowed in thought as she began to follow him to the hut, but she said nothing. So, he was like that, was he? It was a little creepy and gross, but she made a mental note to herself to remember it. Who knew when it might come in handy later?
Loud barking erupted from the hut as the pair of them got closer, she crouched low, swiftly sneaking up to the house so that she could peer carefully though one of the windows. Her eyes widened when she saw the size of the man inside, and she backed away, moving to Aeneas' side again. "There's a dog," she whispered to him, "and a very large man. I didn't see anyone else."
He had followed behind her, quickly scouting out the surroundings. There were two doors to the hut, one on each side, and a pumpkin patch. That would be little use. "Take the front door," he instructed, "and go knock. Talk your way inside, shut the door, and I will go in the back."
After getting her instructions, Tabitha nodded, waiting for Aeneas to move out of sight and on his way to the back door. She turned to the door, then, the dog still barking from inside, and composed herself -- she smoothed out her clothes best she could, and she didn't bother touching her hair; it wasn't messy from battle quite yet. Tabitha knocked on the door three times, making sure to be loud enough so the man inside could hear her over the dog. When the door opened, she looked up -- and up, and up... she felt suddenly hesitant: This man was taller than any of the Lestranges, and much, much larger. She couldn't even see past him into the house.
The dog that had previously been so brave was much quieter now. "I'm sorry to bother you so late, sir," Tabitha said, her voice ever so sweet, and she lifted clasped hands in front of her, trying to look pleading. "I'm lost, and so tired and hungry. I don't think I can walk anymore... I have money, please, could I trouble you for a little bit to eat and a short rest? I promise, I won't stay long. I just need to rest my feet..."
Rubeus Hagrid was not totally unaware of what was going on. As he poured hot water into his huge mug, he had a suspicious feeling that something was not quite right. And he could almost swear there were figures outside. They were too blurry to make out, and too far away to be sure, but he shot furtive glances through the window, trying to gauge whether this situation required him to abandon his mug of tea and brandy. Fang's restlessness only served to confirm his suspicions. "Quiet Fang, yer big oaf."
A knock at the door. Grabbing his shotgun and concealing it behind his back, Hagrid opened it, and frowned at the woman stood there. On first impressions, she seemed harmless, desperate. But as a frequent visitor to both the Forbidden Forest and the Hog's Head, Hagrid knew a werewolf when he saw one. "GED OUTTA HERE, WEREWOLF," he roared, cocking the gun and bringing his large finger down hard on the trigger. There was a click, but nothing more. He had no ammo, the bullets wasted on mindless challenges, seeing if he could hit that leaf or this pumpkin. With a roar, he flung the shotgun to the side, as if it were a rag. Dumbledore had allowed him to keep the weapon as a means of protecting himself in lieu of magic, but magic it would have to be. He grabbed the pink umbrella from the stand next to the door, and barrelled over the threshold, Fang hot on his heels. Jets of light shot everywhere in a disorganised manner as he flung the umbrella around with another roar. No intruders got into his grounds without permission.
The last thing Tabitha had expected was to see a shotgun pointed at her. She had frozen in place with her surprise, wincing when she heard the click -- and immediately, she dived out of the way when Hagrid went to grab for something else, not wanting to be in sight if he had another gun on hand. He was wielding his umbrella like a wand, and Tabitha scrambled back to try and stay out of the way and regain her bearings. This was not what she had expected. She rolled out of the way of a spell that nearly hit her, up into a crouching position, and then she lunged at Hagrid, going for his wand arm.
By the time Aeneas had reached the back door, sounds of a struggle were coming from inside, so he did not wait like he had originally thought to - he blasted the door in with a quick mutter of "Deprimo," and threw up a quick shield charm to give himself protection as his eyes adjusted to the light inside the cabin.
He could soon see the interior of the cabin, ratty and threadbare, barely fit for human occupation, but upon seeing the enormous hairy man whom Tabitha was lunging at, he seriously doubted it was particularly human. He did not notice, however, the spell that had come from Hagrid's umbrella and so he assumed that the man-beast either did not have a wand or had dropped it and was using the umbrella as a primitive weapon, so he focused his attention at the other creature in the room - the large boarhound. Brandishing his wand, Aeneas let out a quick laugh. "Ossisverso!"
The attack from the werewolf caused Hagrid to take a large step back, back inside his hut, but he just wasn't quick enough and a string of expletives turned the air a distinct shade of blue as he felt a pair of teeth fasten themselves into his right arm. With a roar, he sent off more spells, but with the vastly limited movement of his wand arm, they were mainly directed at the floor, the wood cracking under the attack. It was as he was about to swing his left fist toward the werewolf that he heard something he'd never before heard in his life -- spinning around (not an easy feat with someone else gum-deep in your arm) he realised it was Fang, Fang being tortured by a Death Eater.
If Hagrid wasn't pissed off before, now he was about to raise the roof. Ripping his right arm away and barely feeling the teeth tearing the flesh down to the bone, he aimed one large boot at the werewolf and the umbrella at the Death Eater. Hagrid had never cast the Cruciatus Curse before in his life, but he knew the incantation, and if there was ever an excuse to use it, it was now. "CRUCIO! CRUCIO! CRUCIOOOOOOOO!"
A familiar pain surged through Aeneas' body, though somewhere behind the pain surging through every nerve he noted that it was not the strongest Cruciatus he had ever felt - not even close. It hurt, certainly, but the strength seemed to be more a result of the man's will and less of magical ability, both which were important to the Unforgivable, as was evident when Aeneas realised that Hagrid was having a difficult time sustaining the intensity of the curse. It went from pain to, eventually, a tickle, and then pain again.
Well, if years of being in the Dark Lord's service had taught him anything, it was to take advantage of any weakness he could, so he raised his wand and cast one of the simplest spells he knew. He didn't have the concentration for a more difficult one, but he had a feeling that the man-thing would not be able to continue to Cruciate any longer after this. "Silencio!
Tabitha spat out the flesh she had taken with her when Hagrid pulled away -- no time for a nice meal, after all -- and she dodged his wildly cast spells, taking coverage behind a large worn chair. The top of it was nearly blasted away, and she knew it wouldn't protect her for long, so she ran out from behind it, trying to figure out how to get closer to the man again. One of his spells caught her on the leg, and she tripped, landing close enough to the fireplace to feel the heat on her skin. Lifting her head, she saw a strong iron fire poker, and she grabbed it as she stood back up.
Hagrid was facing away from her now, attacking Aeneas with a spell she was familiar with. With a growl, Tabitha leapt at the large man's back, using her strength and claws to hold on tightly and climb up until she could reach around his neck with the fire poker to choke him.
Barely having time to register his surprise that the curse had worked, Hagrid felt like everything happened at once. One simple spell from the Death Eater and he could no longer speak; while he tried his hardest to continue to bellow out the Cruciatus Curse, no sound escaped his lips, and the spell stopped issuing from the end of his umbrella. Just as he was ready to step forward with his arms outstretched (he didn't need his voice to rip that Death Eater limb-from-limb) he stumbled backwards, his throat now constricted by not just the Silencing charm, but a large metal poker.
Grabbing at the bar that was restricting his airflow and attempting to fling off the attacker on his back, Hagrid stumbled backwards, back out of the front door of the hut and away from the wand of the Death Eater. He continued trying to throw the werewolf off his back and dislodge the iron bar, but still he couldn't catch his breath and he soon found his movements slowing down. Seconds later he found himself on his knees, gasping for the air that couldn't reach his burning lungs.
Aeneas glanced out the front door, finding what he saw satisfying; the werewolf had the man gasping for breath and it was clear that it would be very unlikely for him to overpower Tabitha. He turned back to the boarhound, cowering and whimpering on the ground from the bone-twisting curse that Aeneas had set on it. The creature likely had broken bones and as beautiful a creature as it was, Aeneas had no taste for dogs. "Incendio!" he shouted, a stream of flames bursting out of the end of his wand. The dog howled in a way he had never heard before but Aeneas only smiled underneath his mask, setting the ugly tattered draperies on fire as well as the large, oversized dish-clothes and the grimy bedcovers. He knew the entire hut would soon be on fire and, satisfied, he exited the hut, making his way to the spot where Tabitha had a potentially-dead Hagrid in her hands.
"Step away," he told her, his wand pointed at the man-thing ready to issue a killing curse. "We have more to do here tonight and he is as good as dead, if not already."
It took all of Tabitha's strength to hold on as Hagrid fought to pull the bar away from her. She was straining backwards, using her legs to press against his back for leverage, and pushing the rest of herself away from the man. "Just die already!" Tabitha snarled, and finally, he began to slow down -- and she had to jump off quickly as the giant man began to fall or else be crushed under his weight. If she was going to go, it wouldn't be like that.
Tabitha looked up when Aeneas told her to step back, and she did as she was told -- and she watched as the giant man struggled for breath, the flash of green light from Aeneas' wand, and then the man wasn't breathing at all.
With a tilt of his head and a terse, business-like, "Come on," Frank had indicated that Damocles should stick with him as the Order cleaved into smaller groups, each one of them veering off to deal with the Death Eaters that had insinuated themselves throughout Hogwarts' grounds. Anger itched beneath his skin, made him grit his teeth: he wanted these bastards out. As Dumbledore did his thing, Frank realised that the school was more than just a castle -- it was an organic being, as evidenced by the sight of the flailing branches of the willow further down the field and a suit of armour that was, somehow, speeding its way behind them.
The sounds of battle filled the air, but it was the sight and smell of smoke that had him turning toward what he remembered was Hagrid's hut. And the hut was being devoured by flames.
Shite. An extinguishing spell immediately came to mind, only to be brushed away as he sped toward the destruction: the fire was too great to be quelled by one spell from such a distance. There were also people there, two standing and a great figure sprawled on the ground, and it was with a distant sense of horror that Frank realised that Hogwarts' groundskeeper had been murdered. Wand already out and gripped easily, he now brandished it, casting two body-binding curses at the two standing.
Damocles' lips were pursed in a thin line as he followed Frank towards the burning hut. He originally had intended to go help those who were still in a duel, but since Frank had motioned him to follow him, he obliged -- the other man had more experience, after all -- and from the distance, he could see fire taking over the hut completely. His gaze followed Frank's and rested on the two figures and the figure lying on the floor; his grip on his wand almost loosened when he realised that Hagrid was dead. Unlike Frank, Damocles wasn't an experienced fighter, though he did have his own brush with the Dark Army a while back. He stood behind him, making himself focus on thinking about what curses to use when he needed to -- which was probably soon, considering they were already face to face with their opponents.
When Tabitha saw their new opponents approaching, she was ready -- ready to meet them head on, ready to tear them apart until she could eat their hearts right out of the cavities of their chests. She would've used Hagrid's body as a shield, but he was too heavy to lift, and so she had to rely on her dexterity to get out of the way of the spell Frank cast. It sailed by to her left, and she ran forward to meet them in the centre. It was the suit of armour that got to her first, and she tried to pounce on it to knock it to the ground, but the metal arm crashed into her face and sent her sprawling back onto the grass. It was like running into a fucking wall. What the hell was that thing!?
Quick as a wink, Aeneas threw up a Shield Charm, meeting Frank's spell in the air and causing it to bounce harmlessly off elsewhere. He glanced swiftly to the side to check if his werewolf companion had been killed (or simply hit by the spell), finding that she had managed to dodge it, but barely a moment later she was being attacked by suits of armour. She would obviously be no help.
Taking a step forward and leaving Tabitha behind to fend off the armour on her own, he turned his wand on the two pests in front of him. He would just have to deal with them himself, not that it would be much of an issue. "CONFRINGO!" he shouted, sending two blasting curses - one at each of them.
The sight of enchanted armour versus feral werewolf would have been amusing had the circumstances not been so dire. As it was, the clash occurred in his peripheral vision: a single shot of a glance assured Frank that Tabitha was otherwise occupied for now, and while her presence could not be entirely forgotten, it was quickly shoved from the forefront of his mind as the second figure deflected his spell and returned it with a blast of his own. "Shield!" he barked out at Damocles -- instinct, really, when it was anyone but Alice -- slashing the air with his wand as he met the Death Eater's curse with a finite incantatem. And then: "DEPULSO," with the appropriate shoving motion of the wand -- why bother with delicacy when one could magically ram the death eating bastard right back into the fire he'd started?
Just as he heard Frank's voice, Damocles had fortunately thought quick enough to cast the shield spell, successfully deflecting the Death Eater's curse. It seemed to him that they might have an upper-hand since the werewolf was conveniently being distracted by a suit of armour, and it was also a two against one fight. It was obvious that the other side wasn't about to hold back, though, and he cast an offencive spell only a few seconds after Frank had launched his own. "Stupefy!"
This was a waste of her time. Tabitha jumped back up, narrowing her eyes at the suit of armour, wondering why it wouldn't just fire spells at her like every other wizard. It seemed to move rather strangely, too. Oh well. She just had to get under the armour to the person hiding underneath it, and then she could help Aeneas. She lunged for the suit of armour again, grabbing for the top of the breastplate, pulling as hard as she could. The armour grabbed her by the back of her shirt and ripped her away, throwing her to the ground like a rag doll.
It didn't seem to run out of breath as it continued to advance on her, and she refused to move her ground (ignoring that she was flat on her back on the ground at the moment). The suit of armour raised a heavy battle axe and, eyes wide, she rolled out of the way before the blade struck the ground. It lifted the axe and swung at her again, and she ducked under it, coming up immediately after and shoving the armour's arm to throw the attacker off balance. Using the same strategy that she had used on Hagrid, she jumped on the suit of armour's back, grabbing hold to it's shoulders. Tabitha used one hand to slip her fingers under the edge of the helmet, and yanked up -- it popped off easily, only to reveal no head underneath.
Tabitha shrieked in surprise and let go, falling back to the ground. As the suit of armour whirled around to attack her again, she shouted angrily, "WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS BULLSHIT? WHAT THE FUCK!" Vulgarities flowed from her mouth like a sailor, suddenly unsure how to handle this opponent. She couldn't linger on her shock for long, quickly scooting back to avoid another swing of the heavy axe.
Her screams fell on deaf ears, at least in Aeneas' case. He found himself quickly flying backward (the stunning spell having missed him by inches as he sailed away) and he wasted no time in casting a cushioning charm to break his fall, but he could not avoid the growing flames. Dashing away from the flames, he realised his cloak was on fire and he quickly whipped it off, discarding it into the fire. His mask was still on, but for anyone who had any suspicion that the Minister for Magic was a Death Eater and was familiar with what he looked like, it was not too difficult in the firelight to recognise him. This would not do. "Angor!" he shouted, casting the Suffocation Curse at Damocles, the less experienced of the two as far as he could tell.
Nott's estimation was correct -- the spell caught Damocles by surprise, and he didn't have time to put on a shield curse. Almost immediately he felt as if someone had taken away the air from it. It was difficult for him to breathe, and though he was still holding his wand, he fell to the ground, a hand on his neck. He looked desperately at Frank, but he wasn't even sure if he was looking the right way because moving was actually getting difficult now.
Only one way to break that spell: break the concentration of the one who'd cast it. "STUPEFY!" thundered Frank, following up the red beam of light with an Expelliarmus.
Tabitha had noticed the younger of the humans fall to the ground, and she tried to run toward him to take advantage of the opportunity, but the suit of armour was in her way again, blocking her and swinging that large axe. She stumbled back and away from it, merely just annoyed now. How the fuck was she supposed to kill something that was made of metal and didn't seem to have a weakness? The armour was backing her up to the pumpkin patch and, nearly tripping over a pumpkin herself, she had an idea. She waited in front of one of the larger pumpkins and, sure enough, the suit of armour raised the axe above it's body and swung down -- Tabitha dodged out of the way, and the axe cleaved through the pumpkin and into the ground.
It was stuck. She moved quickly, grabbing the armour's ankles and pulling as hard as she could, sending the armour crashing to the ground. It wouldn't defeat him, but she hoped it would keep him down long enough for her to escape. She took that moment to dart away, about to run to help Aeneas fight Frank and Damocles -- but there were reinforcements arriving, and she spotted a familiar redheaded woman running out onto the ground of Hogwarts.
She glanced at Aeneas, and then back at the suit of armour -- which was already standing up again, and fuck all if she was going to keep fighting that thing. No, she'd much rather try to kill Lily Potter, once and for all. Hoping that Aeneas wouldn't be angry at her for ditching him (although from the looks of it, she thought he could take them both down easily), Tabitha ran off in the direction of the redheaded girl.
Yes, of course these men would try to save each other, Aeneas thought. He saw Frank's movement slightly and let go of the suffocation charm, casting a quick protego in front of himself. He moved around to the side now, circling the two men and trying to ensure that his back was no longer to the hut. He no longer had backup (not that the werewolf had been much help after they left the hut), so he knew he had only himself to rely on and curses that needed concentration were out of the question. "Incendio!" he shouted, going back to the old trusty flame.
As soon as the suffocation curse was broken, Frank stepped directly in front of Damocles, offering himself and a Progeo as two shields as the younger man got his breath back. The stream of flame that hungrily sped its way from the Minister's wand to the two members of the Order was redirected, a downward slash of Frank's wand sending it pouring onto what was left of Hagrid's plot of garden. "Eat shit, Minister," he growled, too adrenalin-pumped to realize what a hell of a pun he'd just made. As the flames spread, beginning to obscure Aeneas from his sight, Frank glanced briefly at Damocles -- still alive, thank Christ -- after shooting a Petrificus Totalus at the Death Eater.
"I need to call in the others. You'll be all right?" he asked.
As oxygen filled his lungs, Damocles let out a sigh of relief. His legs were rather shaky as he stood up but the most important thing was that he was alive and that he could actually move. Never mind that he had been annoyed when Frank made a comment about Roland's being burnt down -- he had just saved Damocles' life and that was something he would be grateful for the rest of his life. "Y—yeah,” he responded, before looking at the fire that blocked his view of Nott. There was no way he was going to stick around there alone. That would be too dangerous. “Go ahead. I’ll go somewhere else,” a little safer he added to himself but he doubted that this was achievable, and he wanted to help the Order anyway.
Aeneas could no longer see his opponents, though he knew they were there since a full Body Bind Curse flew out at him, narrowly missing his shoulder. He fired a few spells into the flames himself, a few stunners, mostly, then noticed one of the men he had been fighting off in the distance, running toward the castle.
They were gone, then. The Death Eater fired a few more curses into the flames for good measure, then turned to find someone else to kill.
e. Fenrir(7) vs Ted(8)
+ whomping willow (attacks indiscriminately)
Fenrir darted around the edge of the battlefield, avoiding the various fights that had broken out. They wanted to take the castle? Well, that's where Fenrir was heading. Bugger these incidental battles. They meant nothing and you only risked getting hurt or distracted from the main game. Besides... if he got into the castle and caused some mayhem, he'd get the kudos from Lord Voldemort... and he quite liked that idea.
He tramped through Hagrid's vegetable garden, tromping on as many vegetables as possible, just for the fun of it. He made his way around the far side of the hut then headed for the castle. He'd have to avoid the Whomping Willow but that shouldn't be too hard. It was a great big fucking tree in the middle of the grounds.
Everything looked pretty clear except for the big fight over on the other side of the Womping Willow and none of them were paying any attention to him. He broke into a run as he headed for the castle, a feral grin on his face.
Ted had held back, arriving just a few minutes after most of the others. He found himself moving along the side, toward the castle when another man caught his attention. A quick look around and nobody else seemed to be paying him any attention, so Ted started after him. He waited until he was a little closer before throwing a tripping jinx-- juvenile, perhaps, but Ted didn't want to throw anything stronger until he was sure of who he was attacking.
It probably wasn't such a good idea, as Ted realized belatedly that he'd just thrown a tripping jinx at Fenrir Greyback. This was, perhaps, not such a good start to the evening.
Fenrir had not seen the man on his own and thus the tripping hex hit him completely unawares. He ended up flat on his face without knowing why and his temper immediately flared into life. He rolled to his feet and looked around, snarling when he saw the man. He growled deep in his chest and charged towards the ma, pointing his wand at him and snarling, "Stupefy."
Ted brought his wand up to cast a shield charm quickly in return. He was half a second too late and dodged, the spell just grazing his shoulder. His arm felt numb, and he barely spared it a glance as he rolled back up to his feet, bringing his wand arm up and calling out, "Confringo!" He immediately followed it with another shield charm as he darted in another direction, looking for something- anything- to distract Fenrir and gain the upper hand.
Fenrir tried to dodge the spell that came in his direction but he wasn't quite fast enough and it hit his leg, freezing it and sending him down to the ground again. "Fucking bastard arsehole," Fenrir growled as he pointed his wand at his leg and cast the finite until the damn thing worked... mostly. His leg still felt stiff and awkward but he wasn't going to let that stop him. That little son of bitch had declared war. He scrambled to his feet and saw the man running away. He scrambled after him, limping slightly with his stiff leg and casting a Sectumsempra in the man's direction.
Ted could hear the sound of a spell from behind him and he dove, cursing as it hit his leg. He flashed back to the last time he'd experienced that one- that day he'd been kidnapped, wasn't it? Nevermind, there was no time to think of that now, as he scrambled back up to his feet, turning back to face the werewolf. He sent another blasting curse toward Fenrir and was opening his mouth to cast another spell when he found himself swept off his feet and thrown into the air, smacked firmly in his middle by one of the Whomping Willow's branches.
Fenrir tried to dodge the blasting curse but didn't quite manage it entirely and the spell thumped into his left side down near his hip, sending him flying backwards. He snarled at the pain and rolled to his feet awkwardly. He didn't think it was anything more than bruises but he could feel it down to the bone. He ignored it though, his temper now raging. He raised his wand to throw a blasting curse right back at the other man when he was suddenly swept up by the Whomping Willow.
Fenrir gave a startled curse; he hadn't realised they'd drifted so close. He didn't care though and he tried to track the man's progress through the air. He was so intent on doing so that he didn't notice another of the tree's branches come up behind him and smack straight into the middle of his shoulders, once again sending him hard down onto his face. Only this time his face smacked into a root and he heard the distinct sound of his nose breaking along with a rush of blood from the same source.
Ted soon found himself drifting through the air before landing on top of Fenrir with a hard thump. He grunted and scrambled to grasp his wand, which he'd dropped in his fall. Ted cursed again then shifted, his knee at the small of Fenrir's back as he cast a furnunculus right at Fenrir, rolling off as a branch just barely grazed Ted before he pushed himself up to his feet, wincing at the pain-- oh, that was going to hurt tomorrow.
Fenrir had just been recovering when the man landed on him and drove his breath out of him. And if his ribs hadn't been broken before, at least one of them certainly was now, he felt it creak and then snap. He was distracted from that by the spell that hit him and boils broke out over his face and body. He snarled in pain and discomfort and lurched to his feet, launching himself at the man with teeth bared and his clawed fingernails reaching for the man's face.
Ted tried to brace himself for the impact, but he was nearly bowled over by Fenrir. The two tumbled to the ground and Ted knew that he couldn't drop his wand or let the werewolf bite him. He hissed as he felt Fenrir's nails scrape down his face and neck and he brought his knee up to kick him, his own hand scrabbling to push Fenrir's face back, fingernails doing little good as they weren't nearly as sharp as the werewolf's.
Fenrir felt his adrenaline rise now that they were fighting more on his terms and when the man started scrabbling at his face, he turned his head and snapped at them, growling low in his throat. He wanted blood... someone else's blood, not his own. And if he took a finger or two off while he did it, so be it.
He cried out as he felt Fenrir's mouth close around his fingers and he pulled his hand back- okay, he still had the fingers. He saw blood- his, maybe? Most likely- and formed a fist, pulling his arm back before swinging, trying to punch Fenrir or at least figure out how to get the werewolf off of him.
Fenrir clawed at the man's face again and was lunging in to bite when the man made a wild swing at him. He snarled and lurched backwards. He already had a broken nose and blood all over his fucking face, he didn't need to add anymore.
Ted pushed himself up- Merlin, his hand hurt- and was just shoving Fenrir away so he could scramble back up to his feet when he felt himself knocked upside the head by another branch- he heard himself curse and he reached for his fallen wand just as another branch came from the side to swing him up off his feet once more.
Fenrir swore viciously when the man managed to push him off-balance. But when the tree branch came and swept the man away, he gave a coarse and taunting laugh. He rolled to his feet and looked around to see where the tree had dumped the man and missed the tree branch that swept him up and dumped on the ground... hard... on the Quidditch pitch side of the tree. He snarled and spat a mix of blood and saliva in the direction of the tree and scrambled out of range of its branches.
Once he was clear he looked around for the man but instead of his opponent, he saw more masked and cloaked figures flooding onto the grounds and gave a triumphant howl.
Ted frowned as he heard Fenrir's laughter, but he didn't have time to dwell on it any as he felt himself tossed into the air and smacked by another branch before he was slammed into the ground on his back. He groaned, pushing himself up into a seated position- thankfully, his wand didn't appear to be snapped- where was the werewolf?
He was distracted by the arrival of more people, and he pushed himself up to his feet, swaying for a moment as he did a quick mental rundown of his injuries. Nothing too bad, he supposed, and he brought his hand up to rake his fingers through his hair as he turned to start away from the Whomping Willow.