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|Entry tags:||! [1980-08] august, aberforth dumbledore, aeneas nott, agatha snape (née chubb), akhil patil, alana fenwick, alastor moody, aloysius croaker, amelia bones, amycus carrow, anastasia mulciber (née aesalon), andrew forsythe, angelica bobbin, anzhelina dolohov, aquila avery, araminta meliflua, astra lestrange (née avery), atticus avery, barty crouch jr, bellatrix lestrange (née black), bertie higgs, bertram aubrey, beth frobisher, ciara fitzpatrick, claudette nott (née delacour), corbina lestrange, damocles belby, daniel rourke, demetrius mulciber, doris crockford, elle abercrombie, elphias doge, emmeline vance, evangeline macnair, fenrir greyback, ferdinand gibbon, florence hall, gaius travers, gawain robards, georgina smythe, graley rosier, hestia jones, iago mulciber, igor karkaroff, james potter, jeremiah smith, josephine pepper (née savage), julianne wilkes, kate proudfoot, kingsley shacklebolt, lachlan kirke, lavinia travers, lily potter (née evans), lucinda greengrass (née yaxley), lucius malfoy, marius lestrange, mary macdonald, minerva mcgonagall, narcissa malfoy (née black), octavius pepper, peggy o'nell, petra podmore (née petrikova), rabastan lestrange, rita skeeter, rufus scrimgeour, sam madley, seraphina travers, severus snape, tabitha macfusty (née bagnold), tabitha pryce, ursula caldeira, walden macnair, xenophilius lovegood|
FINAL BATTLE [05/29]
THE FINAL BATTLE
The quidditch pitch 2
1) Emmeline & Mrs Potter vs Araminta
Araminta was not a woman to sit idly, and the fact that there was a battle going on made being with Triage seem so... anticlimactic. So it was with much enthusiasm that she picked up her wand and departed from the Triage tent rather early on, without so much as a parting word to her fellow ladies. She didn't want to listen to worried mothers and sisters, she was unconcerned. Graley would be fine, he had that annoying luck on his side and he was the only person she had any stake in. Even her brother was not of her concern, she almost hoped he died.
Slinking onto the battlefield and trying to stay out of the way of any stray spells that might come at her, she was vigilant. She approached the corner of the Quidditch pitch and stopped, lingering in wait for some unsuspecting enemy to come up so she could attack.
Mrs. Potter wasn't as spry as she used to be but she could certainly be of use. She was looking for Lily or James, motherly concern keeping her moving. She spotted someone down near the pitch, and imagining that would be the first place Jamie would go she headed in that direction, wand raised.
Turning and spotting a woman coming towards her with her wand up, she was instantly ready for a fight. The woman was unmasked, so she could only assume it wasn't an ally. Araminta raised her wand, firing a Blasting Hex in the woman's direction. It wasn't exactly a kill shot, but what was the point of being in a fight if you didn't actually fight?
It felt like she had been waiting for this, and in a way, she had. Stalking through the Hogwarts grounds with her wand raised high, it wasn't long before Emmeline, rounding the corner of the Quidditch pitch, spotted a female figure firing what looked like an offensive spell towards James's mother. At least, it looked like James's mother from this angle. Either way, they were probably on the same side.
Casting first a wordless shield charm towards Mrs Potter, Emmeline racked her brains for a spell to use. She was still a little far away for anything offensive to be accurate, so she needed a diversion until she could cover the distance between them. As if a light bulb had gone off in her brain, she remembered the traps they had so painstakingly set, and pointed her wand at the large stone wall. Vines exploded through the wall and headed for the intruder as if magnetic, and Emmeline set off at a run to get closer, wand at the ready.
Mrs. Potter wasn't afraid of the person before her. She put up a shield charm to defend against the Blasting Hex with practiced ease. What she hadn't been ready for though, were the vines that suddenly appeared as if from no where.
The vines had caught Araminta off-guard- and by the ankle at that. Pulling her quite nearly off her feet, she jerked against them ferociously, not even noticing a second person had arrived on the scene. Slicing through the vines with a quick Severing Charm, she stepped away from the blasted open wall and faced her enemies once more, with a strong Reducto at the original woman and a Diffindo aimed towards the newcomer.
Still mid-run, Emmeline threw up a shield charm against the severing charm headed her way, but the act of casting a spell while sprinting as fast as humanly possible (especially when she happened to be a heavy smoker) caused her to trip, and the severing charm ripped through her shield and caught her a rather nasty gash on her thigh. With a muffled "Mmmph!" of pain, Emmeline cast both a stunner and a bat-bogey hex in quick succession, hoping that one would hit.
Mrs. Potter was busy with the vines that had wrapped around her wand arm when the spell the first person cast hit her square in the chest. She dropped her wand as she fell toward the ground, supported only by the cascade of vines entangling her. She swore up a storm as she tried to get to her wand feebly, the Reducto spell having blasted her hard enough to have snapped several bones, and only spared by the remnants of the first shield charm she'd managed.
Stepping out of the way of the stunner, Araminta scoffed, but not before she was hit with the bat-bogey hex. Which was particularly disgusting to say the least. It took a few moments of assaulting bogeys before she could dispel them with a "Finite Incantatem." Then she followed it up with an "Incendio," towards the woman who had found herself wrapped in the vines, and a Leg-Locker at the girl running up.
Allowing herself to laugh out loud at the sight of Araminta battling with huge flapping bogeys, Emmeline only had just enough time to deflect the leg-locker before sending another shield charm towards Mrs. Potter. She knew she had acted too late though, and cursing herself for allowing the effects of her spell to distract her from the task in hand, she sent out a retaliatory "Impedimenta!", followed up by a "Look out, Mrs. P!" It wasn't exactly a spell, but it was very well intentioned.
The Incendio hit the vines near Mrs. P and she screamed as fire swarmed around her. The vines retreated and withered but the heat was intense as the flames lapped at her skin. Survival was on her mind and she sent a volley of spells at both the fire and the woman casting spells at her. They were hexes, meant to harm, but they were aimed poorly, sent in desperation instead of with the practiced hand of many of the others on the battlefield.
Araminta wasn't impressed with the spellwork of the desperate woman, and while a stray hex or two hit her and pain shot through her body, it wasn't very effective. It would likely be better to just put her out of her misery as quickly as possible, wouldn't it? "Avada Kedavra," she snapped with a practiced sort of calm even though she felt a rush of adrenaline. She'd never performed that spell before.
A green light shot across the distance that divided the two women and it hit Mrs. P squarely in the chest. For a split second she hovered in between the living and the dead, catching a glimpse of Ira standing not far from her side. She collapsed in a heap, a soft smile gracing her peaceful features. She'd lived to see their grandson, what more could she ask for? Nothing.
The flash of green seemed to burn a hole in Emmeline's retinas, and everything suddenly went in slow motion as Mrs. P's body slumped to the floor. Emmeline hadn't known the woman well, or indeed at all, but she was on their side, she was a mother and a grandmother and nobody deserved to lose a family member to the Death Eaters. It had happened to her, but in a different way. Her natural reaction was to fire off a whole series of offensive spells at the other woman -- full body bind, stunners, disarming, jelly legs, silencing and a couple of blasting curses, just to make sure. Her priority now wasn't to maim, but to get the attacker out of the way just long enough to take Mrs. P's body back to base. Levitating the older woman as gently as she could, Emmeline set off towards the castle, looking back over her shoulder every couple of seconds, ready to retaliate if the Death Eater attacked again.
Araminta made no attempt to attack as the girl fled, focusing only on dodging the attacks fired at her. They sizzled on the ground, some shooting debris back at her, but instead of retaliating, she made her way back to the triage, hoping none of the ladies would lecture her, because she really wasn't in the mood. The adrenaline from the kill had subsided and her body ached. But she would continue fighting on.
The main road
1) McGonagall & Kettleburn vs Scabior & Fenrir
Fenrir came charging through the gate, his face fixed in a savage snarl. He didn't care about the people now spreading out over the grounds. He knew how these sorts of battles went. The Order and Albion would defend the castle, the Death Eaters would try and take it. Pointless wasting time with the grounds, they didn't mean anything. It was the castle that was important. Get in there, kill everyone cowering inside and they won. Simple as that. And Fenrir was in no mood to do anything other than get right to the point.
He growled at his wolves and the rest of his army to follow him but didn't wait to see whether they obeyed as he charged up the main path to the castle. This wasn't going to be like last time, he wasn't going to get bogged down in side battles.
Scabior bounded after Fenrir like a good lapdog (who knew that his leader was the only other one of them with a wand) and shot off a few messy curses at those passing by, all of which missed except one which exploded into red, virulent boils across one leg of the opponent. He was terribly pleased with himself and leering up at the castle. He thought he'd look a fine prince, perched atop Hogwarts with his arms crossed and wearing a big furry cloak while ordering mudblood minions around in the courtyard below. Not that he was much better than mudblood himself, but he was on the winning side.
"McGonagall!" He snarled after Fenrir, jutting out a filthy finger ahead of him. "Bitch is probably in charge."
Minerva may not have been in charge, but the Hogwarts castle had been her home for over three decades and she would defend it with her life if need be. Even if she really did hope that it did not come to that. A grim expression settled across her face as she moved across the Hogwarts grounds and towards the gate that the Death Eaters were now streaming through. She did not relish the prospect of fighting, especially against so many who were barely more than children. Who had been her students. But Frank and Alice and Sirius and Marlene and so many others who had died had also been her students and it was time to bring an end to this ridiculous war before any more children were laid to rest before their time.
Julianne was not far behind both Fenrir and Scabior. As terrified as she was of the werewolves, it was her duty to protect. She remained at a barely safe distance from the members of the Dark Army and the opponents. Speaking of which.. Once her eyes landed upon Professor McGonagall, Julianne felt herself cower slightly. The Head Professor of Gryffindor was probably one of her favorite teachers at Hogwarts, treating students fairly and she was quite the talented witch. Returning to Hogwarts brought back memories that she forcefully pushed away from her mind. She gripped her wand tightly, and was highly alert to deflect spells and cast defensive shields.
At the sight of the two werewolves charging down the main path, Minerva gave a determined flick of her wand and the road under their feet was transfigured into a river of molten lava that began slowly flowing towards the castle. "I suggest you leave," she said sharply as another wave of her wand brought vines out of the grass and sent them curling and twisting through the air towards her opponents' legs.
Professor Kettleburn was right on Minerva's heels as she stalked toward the gate, armed with an anti-flammable backpack full of ashwinder eggs and a slingshot (as well as his wand, but that was less important at the moment). He'd always had an extraordinarily reckless taste for danger and adventure -- it seemed to run in his family -- and it had been decided months ago that he'd sat on the sidelines for long enough. His little sister and her entire family had been killed in this war, and it was high time for him to take a chance in avenging their deaths. "And I suggest you listen to the pretty lady," the Magical Creatures professor added as he sent one of the flaming eggs shooting through the air toward one of the werewolves, never passing up a chance to attempt to charm the forever-unruffable McGonagall.
Scabior's warning was pivotal for Fenrir as it meant he was watching when she gave that flick of her wand. He skipped to the side almost automatically, expecting a spell or three to come flying in his direction. The spell never came but it did mean he had just stepped off the path when it suddenly turned into lava.
"Fuck!" he yelled as he darted away from the path only to end up in the middle of a bunch of vines coming from the grass and grabbing at his legs. He snarled viciously and slashed at the vines with his wand. There was nothing subtle in what he was doing. He was just using brute applications of magic to rip the vines apart and to rip them out of the ground. Once he'd cleared a patch of ground around himself, leaving the earth ripped and torn, he pointed his wand at the two teachers and yelled, "Incendio."
Scabior yelped as molten earth seared the edge of his boot to his foot, and flung himself half-sideways and half-forward, towards Kettleburn. He saw someone without a wand, and damn if he wasn't going to take advantage of it. A bit of a glance backwards assured him that his leader was all right (and hey what a pretty little Miss behind them as well), and then he threw himself forward again, wand bared more as a pokey-stick than a magical weapon.
But he knew how to use it.
A blasting curse met the ashwinder egg midair (which was rather a stupid defence, truth be told), and Scabior was knocked off his feet by the blast, which spat flame into the air and smoldered above him in a noxious black plume. "Whoa," he murmured in vague awe.
There were clearly far more important things to be dealt with at the moment like Death Eaters attacking Hogwarts (again) and incendios flying straight towards her, but that still did not stop Minerva from giving Professor Kettleburn a brief, disapproving glance down her nose for his commentary. A second glance towards Julianne Wilkes turned her mild disapproval into a complete frown. "This is no place for you, Miss Wilkes," she said sternly as she lifted the vines that Fenrir had ripped apart into the air to quickly craft them into a makeshift wooden shield that took the flames from the incendio.
Another flick of her wand turned the shield into so many pieces of sharp, fiery shards that were then sent flying back at Fenrir just as the smoke from the exploding ashwinder egg engulfed her. She was consumed by a coughing fit but still managed to throw a haphazard wave of lava in Scabior's direction before casting a bubble head charm on herself. If Kettleburn was going to toss those eggs around it was clearly a necessary precaution.
Kettleburn traded his slingshot for his wand, deciding to hold off on tossing any more ashwinder eggs until absolutely necessary. And given that there was a river of lava running through the courtyard, it seemed as though McGonagall had all things fiery covered for a while. The ol' Transfig Prof had the right idea with the bubblehead charms, too -- despite the dozens of write-ups he'd received over the years for his slight tendencies towards pyromania and a few slight occasions of student endangerment, Kettleburn had never quite gotten the same handle on defense as he had at blowing shit up.
Aiming his wand at the river of lava rather than either of the werewolves, he shot a powerful blasting curse into the blisteringly hot magma, intending to mimic something similar to a volcanic blast (and hopefully something that would leave the two dark creatures in a state much like the residents of Pompeii).
It was only at the last second that Kettleburn realised he hadn't aimed particularly well, and while the explosion definitely did spew in the direction of the werewolves, there was quite a bit that came washing in his and Minerva's direction, which a hastily thrown-up shield spell protected them just in the nick of time.
Fenrir snarled when the burning wood came flying at him but managed a shield strong enough to deal with both them and the lava that the idiot who'd been throwing around the ashwinder eggs had splashed about. The shield did collapse just at the end of that molten shower but the few remaining splatter of lava missed him... though not by much.
"Keep going, idiot," he shouted at Kettleburn. "You kill yourself and the old bitch and you're doing our work for us."
His eyes narrowed for a moment then a grin broke out on his face. He pointed his wand at the growing river of lava and shouted, "Aguamenti." Water poured out of his wand, hitting the boiling magma and sending clouds of steam boiling into the air around them. He took the opportunity of the suddenly created, if rather hot and muggy, artificial fog bank and charged towards the two teachers again, flinging a shield up in front of himself as he ran.
Though laying on the ground cowering was significantly less fun than ripping into people, Scabior found himself too busy yelping beneath a rather poor shield spell (and uselessly kicking off the spatters of lava that seared into his leg) to get up, until his leader created the useful distraction of fog. Following Fenrir's lead, he took advantage of his keen sense of sight and smell and launched himself again at the crazy creatures professor's legs. If he couldn't get up, then he'd take him down from beneath!
"Silvanus Kettleburn!" Minerva exclaimed as if she were reprimanding an errant third year. "You are supposed to be attacking them," she said, pointing towards the werewolves with her wand although the fog that had sprung up between them temporarily obscured their opponents from view. And then Fenrir's form suddenly became visible again, much closer this time as he rushed towards them. Minerva conjured another set of vines from the earth to tangle around his feet as she took a few hurried steps back. And then cast a hurling hex for good measure.
Julianne did her best to ignore the burning look of disapproval from Professor McGonagall as she failed to block the flying eggs and the boiling lava from causing harm. She did, however, yell "Diffindo!" aiming at the vines and cast a deflecting spell toward the hex, hoping that she could help in some way. While a few offensive spells came to mind, there would be no way that she could be able to attack her former professors, not when it would uneven the playing field and when they had been so helpful to her for the past seven years.
The vines suddenly winding up around Fenrir's legs again tripped him up and he fell heavily to the ground. He was in the process of snarling out a few choice swear words as the vines started to wind around his wrists and arms. Then the diffindo did a nice job of cutting them apart as the hurling hex went flying up into the air thanks to Julianne's deflection. He scrambled to his feet and tossed a 'thanks!' over his shoulder to her, the remnants of the vines hanging from him. He continued his charge towards McGonagall, relentless in his towering anger, throwing a Sectumsempra at her as he ran.
A wave of delight washed over Scabior as he felt leg beneath his fingers and the weight of the Professor shifting downwards (and it didn't occur to him how horrifically dangerous this was with a backpack full of ashwinder eggs) -- but it soon turned to anger and disappointment as he realised that the limb was not a real one. What was this? Wood? He sank his teeth hard into the calf and then the knee and then the thigh, all in succession, looking for flesh, but was sorely disappointed each and every time. He snarled, and lashed out at Kettleburn's belly with his wand, using it to jab rather than cast.
There was a brief moment in which Minerva was forced to wonder what their world had come to when a young woman like Julianne Wilkes was defending Fenrir Greyback but there was hardly time for such thoughts now. She cast another shield charm to deflect the sectumsempra and then quickly tried to move out of Fenrir's path, but she was not fast enough and she went toppling to the ground with the weight of the werewolf on top of her. But her wand was still in hand and she jabbed it into his side, casting a blasting hex to try and throw him off of her. Preferably into the river of lava and before it had the chance to reach her.
It had been about twelve years since Kettleburn's attempt at harvesting Occamy eggs had gone extraordinarily wrong, leaving him with a wooden leg and at the end of his soft-shoeing days. However, there were still times -- for example, times like right then -- in which ol'Pegs the Wooden Leg did him some good. Using the fact that the werewolf was quite literally right on top of him to his advantage, Kettleburn recoiled away as Scabior jutted him in the gut with his wand, attempting to roll over on top of the werewolf to shoot a face-full of Aguamenti from his wand at the man.
Fenrir gave a triumphant crow of delight when he was able to bring McGonagall to the ground. Thoughts of using his wand flew out of his head and he was just about to make an attempt to bite her face when he felt the jab of her wand then the blasting hex. He dug his claws into
Scabior spluttered and flailed beneath the water as he snorted it up his nose, and he used his flailing limbs to fight the larger man, kneeing at his groin and stabbing wildly with his wand for anything soft and tender. Anything to get him away. The nails of his free hand dug into Kettleburn's shoulder and he grimaced with the effort of trying to shove it out of its socket. He wanted blood, not splinters and water!
Minerva could not help but let out a sharp cry of pain as Fenrir's claws dug into her and really while the Transfiguration professor was a talented witch, she was hardly cut out for a physical fight with a werewolf. She needed to get away from him. Back on her feet and away from the heat radiating through the air that brought a thin layer of sweat trickling across her face and neck.
She barely had time to clear the lava out of her way, sending it rushing in every direction but towards herself until she landed on a mercifully clear patch of land. Not that the landing was particularly pleasant itself. She grimaced in pain but it did not stop her from raising her wand and conjuring a thick chain made of silver links that started to curl around Fenrir as she pushed herself back to her feet. She looked towards where Kettleburn and the other werewolf were fighting with the notion of helping in some way, but she was not so reckless as her fellow professor and was not going to attack when she could not be certain she would not hit Silvanus in the process.
Julianne hardly had time to pay any attention to what was going on with Scabior and Kettleburn as she watched Professor McGonagall fight with Fenrir. It just began to get through to Julianne's head that this could be the end of Professor McGonagall's life and she would have to live with the fact that she had helped a savage werewolf over one of the most genuine teachers at Hogwarts. One who did not judge with house or talent, but rather with heart. She bit her lower lip, her eyes watering as she heard the cry of pain. "Episkey," Julianne murmured as she cast the minor healing spell on Minerva, hoping no one else would take any notice.
Fenrir gave a snarl when the silver chain wrapped itself around him. It was over his robes so there was no pain but when he grabbed hold of it, the pain seared its way up his arms from his hands as the silver burned. Perhaps if he'd had the usual werewolf fear of silver that might have been fatal to him but given his propensity for using small pieces of silver on himself on the new moon, the pain, while intense, was also somewhat arousing.
He laughed as he yanked the chain away from his body, wanting to get rid of it quickly. Despite his liking for the pain of the burns, he knew that this much silver could be damaging. His silver was small and he didn't let it touch him for too long. So he swung the chain around twice then let it fly at McGonagall, following it with a barked, "Ossisverso"
There were some places that injury should never befall a man -- the area that Scabior kneed placed at number 1 on that list. Kettleburn recoiled on instinct, falling off the man and onto his side, a squeaking sound escaping him that likely only Scabior, Fenrir, and the other werewolves could hear. He was brought back to reality as the werewolf's claws dug into his shoulder and yanked at his arm, trying to shove Scabior away with his free arm while attempting to swat the werewolf's wand out of his hand and toward the lava river. His wand was out of reach inside his robes -- not that there would have been time to think about which spell to cast to get Scabior away -- and finally in an act of blind desperation, Kettleburn attempted to give the werewolf a taste of his own medicine, craning his neck in an attempt to bite him.
Scabior snarled with a strange sort of delight as the professor's teeth met his skin. This was a proper brawl! His wand fell to the ground, narrowly rolling away from certain death -- but Scabior barely seemed to notice it was in danger all, so fixated was he on the flexing of muscles and gnashing of teeth. As he howled out in mixed pain, his fist thrust for Kettleburn's face while the rest of him wrenched free of the other man's mouth... which took away a rather significant chunk of flesh with it. Blood spurted across them both in hot splatters of delicious crimson, and the wolf felt his blood lust piquing. He wanted more.
Burying his face into the other man's shoulder joint, Scabior wrenched and bit and pulled at the limb, as if utterly unaware that it was connected to another human being. What did he care?
Minerva felt the wounds in her side where Fenrir had dug his claws into her suddenly close and while she had a fairly decent idea of just who she could thank for that, she would not betray Julianne by acknowledging her help. Instead she kept her attention focused on the werewolf, which proved to be a wise decision as he dealt with the silver chain far more easily than she had expected. What kind of monstrous werewolf did not even fear silver?
The chain that was now flying towards her was vanished as easily as she had conjured it and she cast a quick shielding charm to deflect Fenrir's spell. As concerned as she was with her attacker, she also knew she needed to get further from the lava, lest one good spell send her flying straight into it. Side-stepping a bit, she looked almost as if she was getting ready to turn and bolt back to the castle and then she quickly transfigured the ground beneath Fenrir's feet into a pit of quicksand and conjured razor-sharp shards of wood to go flying at him.
Fenrir yelped when he felt the ground underneath him go soft and he started sinking. The shards of wood flying at him distracted him from that and he gave a mighty swipe of his wand and let a surge of raw magic send the wood shards flying back at McGonagall, not to mention also go flying all around the near vicinity. He then pointed his wand down and barked, "Confringo." The blast yanked him out of the quicksand and sent him flying backwards. He laughed as he went. He hadn't expected that to work and he'd have to remember it in the future. As he flew through the air, he pointed his wand in McGonagall's general direction and shouted, "Incendio!"
While Scabior was busy digging into his arm, Kettleburn was preoccupied with spitting out the bit of the werewolf he'd torn away with his teeth lest he choke on it. The man dealt with dangerous creatures every single day, but the thought of having another human's flesh and blood in his mouth was nauseating. The pain was overwhelming and raw and it was impossible to think of clever ways to attack his assailant back when it felt like his entire arm was being wrenched from his shoulder.
It seemed one would have needed the bloody jaws of life to pry the werewolf's jaws of death away from his shoulder, and Kettleburn's fist crunched into the side of Scabior's face again and again, trying to incapacitate him into unconsciousness. His efforts were fruitless, but after a few moments of intense panic that he wouldn't be able to escape Scabior's teeth, Kettleburn flailed for his wand, casting a quick spell to detach his wooden leg from its joint, hoisting it into his fist and cracking the halfbreed in the back of the head with it.
Scabior yowled, releasing Kettleburn's arm for a moment to writhe away from the blows of both fist and wooden leg (that thing was large and it hurt) and bite the nearest bits of flesh in quick succession (rib, hip, thigh), though he couldn't get a grip on any of them with the dizziness of a near-concussion. Using his leg to kick at the leg, he used the other to hoist himself on top of the wizard, trying to pin down the remaining thigh and gain the advantage ("Sorry, Mister, usually wait till the third date but --"). His head reared back for another bite, and he was instantly rewarded with a mouthful of wooden splinters, thanks to Fenrir's carelessly cast deflection.
"OI BOSS, WHAT YOU TRYIN' TO DO?" He spluttered, blood filling his mouth. He spat it down at Kettleburn.
It took a while for Julianne to fully process everything going on. Things were happening all at once and it was hard to keep track of what was happening. She could hear distant shouting from others dueling for their lives, two of her professors were fighting two werewolves and here she was standing, unable to really help with anything. She felt utterly helpless once again, unable to help those she loved because she was so torn between the two. It was a realization that she really should not be having in the battlefield but it was a realization nevertheless.
More than a few of the shards of wood managed to sink into Minerva's arms and chest before she managed to vanish them and she let out a yelp of her own as blood seeped from the now open wounds on her body. She sent a powerful jet of water at Fenrir's incendio to extinguish it in mid-air, creating another cloud of hissing steam.
She still had her own opponent to deal with and she knew it would only be a moment or two before Fenrir was back on his feet, but a glance towards Scabior and Kettleburn was enough to distract her with concern for her fellow professor. She turned the jet of water on the other werewolf instead to try and blast him off Kettleburn and give him a moment to regain the upper hand. It was not much, but it was at least something that would not harm Silvanus in the process.
And then back to Fenrir, who she attempted to transfigure into a small, fluffy rabbit. Let it never be said that the Professor did not have a sense of humour.
Fenrir barely heard Scabior's bellow given he was too busy flying through the air and laughing at that moment. He did see his fire spell neutralised by water and at the sight of the enveloping cloud of steam, he grinned and scrambled to his feet, diving into its protection. He used the brief cover of the steam to circle around a little, not even noticing the attempt at transfiguration. By the time the steam dissipated, he was further towards McGonagall's side, much, much closer and a little sweaty from the steam.
He gave a small howl of triumph and flicked a Sectumsempra at the old woman then leapt at her in an attempt to get back to his favourite form of fighting.
Kettleburn wiped the mess of wooden splinters off his face, taking advantage of Scabior's distraction to knee the werewolf right where it counts ("S'okay, I don't go there 'til at least the fourth date") just as McGonagall's water jet splashed into their fight. He rolled out from underneath him, pain ripping at and blood oozing from his shoulder as his arm twisted away, keeping hold of his leg (because he was not leaving that behind). Taking advantage of the aguamenti, Kettleburn shot a Glacius charm at Scabior in hopes of freezing him up before the CoMC professor's attention turned to Minerva and Fenrir's fight. No one tried to turn Minnie into lunch meat on his watch. "REDUCTO!" he yelled, trying to blast Greyback's leap off course.
Seeing that Professor Kettleburn seemed to have the upper hand, Julianne's attention whipped back to Professor McGonagall. Was that blood seeping through by her arms? What it really came down to was not if she was a society member or that she was a pureblood, if she was engaged to a Black or conversed regularly with a blood traitor, what it came down to was who would she mourn more?: Fenrir Greyback, murderer, or Minerva McGonagall, her caring professor of seven years. "Episkey," she cast again upon the latter, half hoping that, despite her attempt to be rational and being true to her heart, Fenrir or Scabior wouldn't notice.
Scabior roared in pain and anger as his jollies got a good bruising, and was too busy rolling about on the ground to notice his bum was being frozen; when he did, he yowled again and scrambled to his knees to try and protect the fragile skin from taking any more damage. Damned bastards, this hurt!! Well, he could play this game, couldn't he? With another leap, he took advantage of Kettleburn's distraction and sunk his teeth into the arm again. Using the pain radiating from his groin as motive (and digging his knees into Kettleburn's ribs), he wrenched and ripped as hard as his back would allow.
Minerva was once again grateful for Julianne's assistance in healing her injuries, but she still kept her eyes fixed on Fenrir's form, trying to track him even through the thick steam. She lost him for a moment or two, but when he emerged again, this time she was ready for him, quickly dodging both his spell and his physical attack. She was not going to let him get the upper hand again. She moved so that she was behind him now and as he leapt towards the lava that had been behind her, she brought another wave of it up into the air. If he would not fall into it, she would just have to do the job for him.
Fenrir saw the wave of lava right in front of him and quickly realised that he wouldn't be able to stop in time. He lashed out with his wand, sending a raw blast of magic at the lava causing it to explode. Most of it went backwards with the momentum of the spell but some of it went flying over the four fighters. Fenrir felt the searing burns from the lava that spattered over him but he ignored it in favour of something much smaller and more important. McGonagall's injuries weren't as bad as they had been. He should know. He'd caused them. That meant...
Fenrir snarled as he looked over in Julianne's direction. "You think your father would want you helping them," he growled. "The Inner Circle will hear of this, girl." He sent a whip of magic towards her. It would act just like a whip when it got to her too. He then turned back to McGonagall and gave her a nasty, vicious smile as he pointed his wand at her. "Ignis infusco"
While Fenrir didn't seem to be all that impressed with Julianne's actions, Kettleburn had to hand it to the girl. It had to be terrifying as hell for her to be helping out the people who your "side" had deemed "the enemy." However, there wasn't much time for the professor to muse privately on the ins and outs of war as another yank on his arm brought him back to the reality that he was about to bleed to death. "Episkey," he pointed his wand at his arm in hopes of quelling the bleeding on his likely dead arm, and then shoved the point of his wand into Scabior's side and yelling "INCENDIO!"
Caught. Julianne hadn't even thought about her father, she took a moment to wonder if Sirius had. When it was enough, perhaps it was just enough, no looking back or second thoughts. Unfortunately, she didn't have the luxury to sit and think about this. When she saw Fenrir's wand pointed at her, she immediately attempted to shield herself with her arms. It was too late to defend herself again the leader of the Dark Army, nor did she think it was intelligent to try. Besides, how far apart was she from Fenrir and McGonagall? There was steam and fire.. Perhaps she had just.. cast the spell in the wrong direction? .. On accident? Regardless, when the whip hit her, she shut her eyes tightly, letting out a whimper. Her arms and side was raw with, what looked like, a thin whip mark.
With a loud yelp, Scabior was driven off the man (though he took another large chunk of flesh with him, which he intended to keep this time), scorched shirt and seared skin making him howl with agony. He flopped towards Fenrir, dragging his wand off the dirt but just wanting to get away from the angry peg-legged man. And not too soon, either, for as he reached his alpha's feet, there was the sudden sound of a sonorused voice calling them back to the front gates. He wanted to complain, but he needed to be healed first, and looked to Fenrir to make that, and their escape, happen.
Fenrir snarled when he heard the retreat and for a moment he was tempted to disobey. But he wanted to regather his pack, see what was left of them and make plans for another attack. He looked down at Scabior for a moment then turned and cast an "Aguamenti" on the lava. Steam immediately boiled over them and Fenrir took the opportunity to drag Scabior to his feet and throw him over one shoulder. He ducked into the steam and grabbed Julianne by the arm. "Come on," he snarled at her, his anger at her plain in his eyes and promising all sorts of retribution. He then dragged both of them off towards the gates to find out what was going on.