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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 [18/29]
THE FINAL BATTLE
The quidditch pitch
Ferdinand was feeling rather exhausted as he scampered away from the fray, desperately wanting to avoid the fighting that he was so tired of. Of course, it wasn't really possible to leave, no matter how much he wanted to. He kept his wand held aloft, trying to find some place that was covered and where no one would come looking for him. As he ran onto the Quidditch pitch he paused, leaning against the stands so that he could catch his breath. Merlin's testes. This was getting a little ridiculous.
Panting heavily, he clutched the stitch in his side.
Akhil had been fighting hard. The lake hadn't been too kind to him, and as happy as he was to help Rufus and the others after months of waiting, he was tired and sore and wanted to go home already. But he wanted to try and see this through to the end. Coming upon the Quidditch pitch, he spied someone near the stands and raised his wand.
But before he could cast a spell, a bludger rushed past him (he had to jump out of the way) towards the (he assumed) Death Eater.
Ferdinand was still breathing heavily and trying to recover from his rather long run when he heard a weird whistling noise behind him. Sure that it was a curse (and probably a dangerous one, at that), he ducked, just in time to see not a streak of light, but a bludger soaring over his head. What in Merlin's name was a bludger doing out and about? Didn't the idiots at Hogwarts knew that bludgers attacked indiscriminately?
Just as this thought occurred to him, the bludger seemed to change course in mid-air, whip around, and come barreling towards him again. "Protego!" he shouted, and the bludger bounced off of it, whistled around, and tried to make its way around the Shield Charm. At that moment, the bludger came back towards him, this time making contact with his bad arm, because he wasn't able to move quickly enough. Right now, the bludger was more of an issue than a terrorist, so he shouted, "Accio beater's bat!"
There was a long pause, in which he saw Akhil standing behind him as he waited for the bat to come towards him. He sent a cry of "Diffindo!!" at him, just before the bat came soaring towards him. Stuffing his wand in his pocket, he grabbed it with his good arm and sent the bludger at Akhil, too.
Damn. This was a lot of work.
Akhil dodged the severing charm but the bludger made contact with his shoulder. Shouting in indignation and pain, he decided that two could play that game. "Accio beater's bat," he shouted. "Petrificus Totalus!" he shot at the Death Eater, ducking at the bludger came back towards him, swooping low over him.
He grabbed the bat once it was finally within grabbing distance. As the bludger came back towards him, he hit it as hard as he could manage towards his opponent.
Without his wand handy, Ferdinand couldn't block the Body-Bind with a Shield Charm, so instead, he let it bounce off of his bat. He was lucky that the thing didn't explode into pieces, but it wasn't as noxious a curse as some others he might have encountered, like a Blasting Curse. With a thundering whack, he hit the bludger back with all of his might, so hard, in fact, that he stumbled a bit.
In the moment in which he tried to regain his balance, he heard more whistling and another bludger coming at him. Was it the same one? He couldn't be sure -- he was cross-eyed trying to keep track of them. He ducked and the bludger crashed through the side of the bleachers.
Whacking the bludger back again, Akhil pondered whether he was focusing more on the Death Eater or more on the bludger- and considering the Death Eater seemed unarmed other than the beater bat, he thought it was the latter. "Expulso," he fired off once he seemed momentarily safe from the bludgers' wrath.
The blasting curse exploded into the side of the bleachers, showering Ferdinand in bits of wood and nail. Fuck this. He was tired of being attacked and beaten up. He wondered if the terrorist would think he was dead if he just laid here and didn't move. However, he might want to come and finish the job, and as much as Ferdinand didn't want to fight any more, he didn't want to die more. So, relinquishing his grasp on the beater's bat, he found his wand and shouted "Oppugno!" so that the bits of wood soared into the air.
The shower of wood and nails rained over Akhil, splinters digging into his skin. The bludger was unfortunately back, and he hit it again before vanishing as much of the wood left around him as possible. He would take care of the splinters later, they weren't that pressing of a concern really. Taking a few steps towards the Death Eater he was fighting, he sent a confringo at the stands near him, deliberately not aiming directly at him.
More wood showered down on Ferdinand, and he swore under his breath. Now he was officially buried under rubble, but fortunately, he had his wand still, and he pointed it in front of him and sent several blasting curses at the pile of wood and splinters covering him, blocking light and air. They burst apart, and even though every part of him was aching, he sat up as much as he could, pushing the broken boards away. He grasped the beater bat in the same hand as his wand as best he could and sent the bludger, with impeccable timing, back towards Akhil. This was far more work than it should have been.
The bludger, this time, hit its mark and hit Akhil right in the abdomen. It successfully winded him and he fell back from the sheer force of the impact. He gasped for breath for a moment or two, clutching his aching gut and not even attempting to stand up yet. Once he had caught his breath, he sat up, not trusting himself to stand quite yet. "Aguamenti," he shot towards the boy (who really did look like a boy to him), it being the first spell he thought of. Nothing was less fun than getting water in the face, maybe he'd choke on it.
Ferdinand was standing, trying to recover from the fact that he was aching all over and had several cuts and splinters from the broken wood, when he got a face full of water, thanks to Akhil. Just as he had hoped, Ferdinand coughed and sputtered, with the force of the spell shoving water into his mouth, nose, and eyes, He had inhaled just as the spell hit, and felt some of the water enter his lungs. Coughing harder, he dropped to his knees, hacking horribly, trying to recover enough to send a spell at him, when the bludger came sailing at him again and blasted into his shoulder. It was the bad one, which had already seen one break and several cuts, but somehow the pain now extended up through his collarbone, and ached, until the combination of pain and water in his lungs forced him to vomit on the grass.
Great. This was twice in one day he'd been utterly humiliated.
Akhil was not totally jaded, and felt a pang of sympathy for the younger man before him as he finally got to his feet. He didn't feel it would be right to attack him yet considering he had just vomited and that seemed rather dishonorable. But he didn't have time to ponder his sympathy because the bludger rocketed towards him once more. Hitting it away with as much force as he could muster (which wasn't much at this point, he was beginning to tire out), he tried to steady his breathing and the pain in his torso hadn't subsided at all.
Trying to master both the bludger and his wand at once was too much work, so Ferdinand, regaining himself, let the beater's bat drop to the ground, and as the bludger came rocketing back towards him, he swung his bad arm using his shoulder (aware of how silly this would look) so that it flew up in front of him. The bludger made contact with the arm in which he could feel nothing, and though he was quite sure that something had cracked, he felt nothing. Steadying his wand on his opponent, he muttered, "Sectumsempra."
Akhil was too busy attempting to dodge the spell shot at him (though he was unsuccessful and he felt a slash open up across his side) to notice the bludger colliding with the younger man's arm. Groaning in pain, he touched the wound opened up in his side and his fingers came back already soaked with blood even after a few mere seconds. "Petrificus Totalus, Incendio," he retaliated with unsteadily.
As Ferdinand tried to run away from Akhil as quickly as possible (or, really, from the bludger more than the man), he had to duck (again) to avoid the Body-Bind and the tails of his robes caught fire. It just got better and better, didn't it? He ran past him, robes blazing, hoping he'd find someone to set his half-broken body right, pausing only to shoot another Blasting Curse over this shoulder.
Akhil barely dodged the blasting curse, actually it couldn't have been called much of a dodge. He was out of its direct line of fire, but it still rocketed him into the ruined Quidditch stands, landing on his arm at a very painful angle (and with a loud crack), he didn't bother moving for several minutes. He wouldn't go after the Death Eater, why should he? He'd rather find some of his own people and get healed up.
2) Damocles & Alana vs Rabastan & Fenrir
Alana couldn't quite grasp the fact that she had made it this far and was still alive - in fact, not only alive, but mostly unscathed. That she had somehow scraped along, while others lay injured or dead all over the castle grounds, filled her with both astonishment and a certain sense of guilt. Had she not been fighting hard enough? If she had, could she have kept someone else alive--?
There was no time for that sort of thinking. Not now. Not with the Quidditch pitch turned into a battlefield. She took aim at the nearest Death Eater, recognition and revulsion stirring in her. "Deprimo!"
Rabastan was going to murder Bellatrix, he really was. If he could find her in all of this mess - what was she doing running back into the fray without a plan? Hot headed bitch, that is what she was really. Rabastan was stomping through the battlefield, a knife in one hand and his wand in the other, though it was hard to keep a low profile being as large as he was - he was still able to send curses and stab people in the back as they fought, unaware of their surroundings.
Which he nearly was, looking for Bellatrix over by the Quidditch stands - getting hit with a blasting spell in the shoulder was nearly enough to put him off balance. Stumbling a little, Rabastan turned to face his opponent, adjusted his mask and glowered at the stupid, annoying little girl that was there in front of him again. "Back for me to finish you off?" Rabastan taunted, throwing the first spell that came to mind, he was in no mood to play around. He wanted to find Bellatrix and no child was going to get in his way. "Avada Kedavra!"
Injured and rather exhausted, Damocles was looking around the Quidditch, wand still secured in his hand, looking around to see if there were other Order members there. His hand was shaking a little, remembering seeing the body of his older brother -- he had wanted to react -- but there had not been enough time to do so. His mind could not compute that he had lost two of his older siblings, and the chaos around him was distracting him; he was also aware that he had to concentrate on what was going on -- and at that moment, what was going on was that he could see Alana near him, facing another Death Eater. The next thing he knew was that the Death Eater had thrown the Killing Curse towards her, and Damocles, without any hesitation, lunged forward to push her away so that she would miss the spell. Swearing under his breath, he threw a Blasting Hex towards the Death Eater.
Fenrir hadn't hesitated to follow Bellatrix back out onto the battle field. Talking! What had ever been achieved by flapping your lips? Fighting was the only thing that would settle this and that's what he was good at. Not to mention his blood was up from the fight with that McGonagall bitch. He was half looking for her as he plowed through the people fighting, lashing out on occasion with fist and claw when someone got within range.
Before he could find McGonagall, he saw one of those vigilantes pussies throw a blasting hex at Rabastan Lestrange. Fenrir didn't really know Rabastan but he'd known and respected Rabastan's brother and that was what prompted him to suddenly throw himself at the Lestrange and bring him to the ground as the spell whistled over head.
"More than one opponent out here," he growled at Rabastan then he rolled off him and onto his feet, raising his wand and casting an Incendio at the two vigilantes in one smooth move.
Now there were two Death Eaters, and Alana tried not to be nervous - instead, she was terrified. But instead of making her hesitate, it compelled her to action. She threw up a protective spell in an effort to keep the flames from herself and Damocles. She could only hope Fenrir Greyback would stick to fighting with spells. She had faced a werewolf before, but not one one quite so large and vicious.
She heard a whistling behind her and looked just in time to dodge a bludger hurtling in the Death Eaters' direction. She cast another blasting spell, this time in Fenrir's direction, before aiming a finger-removing jinx in Rabastan's direction. It was one she'd learn since she'd lost her own fingers.
Growling his thanks, Rabastan raised to one knee, throwing a blasting curse at the bludger that was headed at them, hoping to blow the pieces back at the idiot terrorists. He shouted in pain as the jinx took its course on his left hand. "Little whore," Rabastan shouted, volleying a pain curse at the girl's stomach.
Alana doubled over as the curse caught her in the abdomen, crying out. She staggered sideways and through the pain of it could only think to cast a Shield Charm on herself and Damocles and hope any further attack would be prevented while she recovered.
They managed to evade the pieces of rogue bludger thanks to Alana's Shield Charm, but Damocles wasn't quick enough to cast another one to dodge another rogue bludger that came their way. Out of reflex, he pushed Alana away from him so that it wouldn't hit her, but the bludger grazed against his shoulder, and he winced as he felt pain coursing through his shoulder and his arm -- thankful that it wasn't his wand arm. Aiming his wand towards the Death Eaters again, he took a few steps closer to them, shouting out an "Incendio!", hoping he'd cast enough fire to cause some damage on them both.
Fenrir ducked under another of the rogue bludgers, growling with irritation at the interloper. He looked up just in time to see the fire from the Incendio flowing towards he and Rabastan. He threw up a shield but didn't quite get it up in time. Fire washed over him briefly until he cast an Aguamenti over himself. He could feel burns on various parts of his body and his robes were looking even more tattered now but he didn't care. He was going to get that bastard who cast that. He glared at Damocles and barked, "Stupefy. Expelliarmus. Confringo" in quick succession then broke into a run towards the man.
Rabastan used a wind spell to turn the flame back at the pair without getting anything more than a singe on his robed - he really hated fire. Instead of sending a new assault of spells against them, Rabastan followed after Fenrir but his attention solely focused on the girl, "Avada Kedavra! Stupefy! Crucio" he yelled, dropping his shield spell and aiming toward Alana. He didn't much care what actually hit her, he wanted to move on and find Bellatrix.
One by one, Damocles managed to block Greyback's curses -- except that his shield charm wasn't good enough to fully block the last one, and he found himself being pushed back by the impact of the spell, his shield disappearing. Automatically backing away as quickly as he could when he saw Fenrir running towards him, he started shooting a number of spells back, "Stupefy! Furnunculus!" his voice sounding a little panicked and distracted, his spells most likely poorly aimed as he tried to some rogue bludgers heading his way. Swearing under his breath he quickly levitated one of the bludgers on the ground and sent it straight towards Fenrir.
Fenrir grinned savagely when the spells Damocles cast when wide to the left and right of him. He'd always liked how his insane charges unnerved people. However he wasn't so pleased when the bludger came flying at him. He tried to duck away but he wasn't entirely successful and the bludger slammed into his left shoulder. He heard something crack inside his shoulder and he was nearly knocked off his feet. He stumbled but managed to catch himself at the last minute then grabbed the bludger out of the air with his right hand and flung it with all his strength at Damocles. He then broke into a run again and threw himself at the man, his sharpened teeth bared.
For a moment, Damocles almost let his defenses down when the bludger hit Fenrir on the shoulder, thinking that maybe he had immobilized his attacker -- but no. He kept on backing away, nearly tripping on his own feet. Alana and Rabastan were now a distance away, and he knew this wasn't good at all -- it was better to be with another person rather than himself, alone -- and so he tried to think of a way to get back to her. He managed to shield himself against the bludger Fenrir had thrown at him -- but it distracted him from realising that the werewolf was getting closer, and that had caught him off guard -- all thoughts and plans to get back to Alana was out of his mind. He was on his own now. "Fuc----arghhh" he shouted, still gripping his wand and at that moment, remembering that he had his wand and that no matter what he did he had to use it now. "Incendio!" But unfortunately for him, the fire he produced this time was feeble.
Fenrir actually batted the fire of the incendio away with his hand, ignoring the minor burns that it caused on his hand and his arm. His blood was up and the adrenaline flowing and the way he felt now it'd be hours before a lot of the pain managed to break through and make itself known. He closed the gap between him and Damocles and simply grabbed hold of the man, yanking him off his feet. He loosened one hand enough to punch the man in the face then he began to drag him away. Let Rabastan deal with the girl. He was going to get one damn kill out of this day if it was the last thing he did.
Ignoring the battle between the wolf and his prey, Rabastan focused solely on the girl - she had been hit with one of his spells but he wasn't quite sure which. Since she wasn't screaming, Rabastan approached her cautiously with his wand drawn. If she was dead, well then there was nothing else to do he could go find Bellatrix. If not, well then he could kill her. There was no reason to walk off without knowing and leave them with someone else to fight still.
He looked down at her to see that she was only just stunned and Rabastan swore. With a swift kick to her side he grinned down at her maniacally. Leveling his wand at her, he started the killing curse but his focus was distracted by Bellatrix's laughter off in the distance. Rabastan kicked the girl again and spat on her, before stepping over her body. Keeping alert to the other fights going on, Rabastan ran off to find Bellatrix.
3) Iago vs Mrs Crockford & Moody & Flitwick
Gina Crockford panted for breath, keeping strides with one Professor Flitwick and that charming Mister Moody, whom had been a year above her in Hogwarts. She had gone through quite a lot throughout the day and she finally felt safe being with people she trusted at duelling. The Quidditch pitch also seemed like a safe choice to her, though much of it seemed to have been destroyed in previous altercations.
A lone figure- also vaguely familiar to her in some way- was standing a bit away from them, and Mrs. Crockford felt that this man was not a friend. So her impulsive nature took hold and she fired a silent Incendio off, not directly towards the man, but at the ground just at his feet. The grass burnt up at an alarming speed and the fire spread quickly across the ground between the three of them and the other man.
From between the two, Moody raised his wand at the Death Eater and snarled. "Avada Kedavra!"
Iago swept his wand in front of him, manipulating and directing the fire Crockford had sent toward him and repelling it right back toward the woman in a swirl of flames, sweating from the proximity of the heat before the fire was banished elsewhere. The tripping jinx was deflected with a shield charm, but all thoughts of defending himself from further attacks were put aside as he saw the flash of green light in his peripheral vision. He took several steps to the side to avoid the curse, focused on Moody now, who seemed to be displaying the highest threat out of the three people attacking him -- Iago sent several blasting curses at both Crockford and Flitwick, and when he turned his wand on Moody, he could only return the favour of the previous spell. "Avada Kedavra!"
And so Rita was back in the swing of things, her hair finally cleaned of all bird shite and the silencio worn off. She had been seriously contemplating fleeing, especially after she'd been forced to walk over Smith and his Wife's dead bodies on the way back from the lake, but her journalistic duty and need to get the story got the best of her and she was pack on the field, microphone in hand, waiting for a story to report. She found it easily in the group by the Quidditch pitch and she took her stand against a section of wooden bleachers and began.
"This is Rita Skeeter, reporting to you live once more, this time from the Hogwarts Quidditch pitch where it seems it is three against one. Of the three, one if notably the Charms professor from Hogwarts, Filius Flitwick, dressed smartly in black duelling robes with blue stars. Excellent choice for the event, sir. He, an oddly dressed woman in jeans and some sort of white blouse that is utterly inappropriate for the summer season, and the famed auror Alastor Moody are currently throwing curse after curse at Iago Mulciber. It must be said that Mr Moody, while a perfectly excellent duellist, is in great need of a stylist. Red bandannas are never acceptable attire, and they clash horribly with his purple eye. He could also do something with his walking stick, but I suppose that is neither here nor there, especially since he has just thrown A KILLING CURSE! And Mr. Mulciber has thrown one back! It very may well be a duel to the death here on the pitch."
If she died in the cross fire. She would be pissed.
The fire leaping towards Mrs. Crockford made her jump, and a hasty Aguamenti was shot at the ground around her, keeping the fire away from herself (though it wasn't completely extinguished). The sound of someone reporting this made her simultaneously irritated and gleeful. People would actually hear about what was going on, yes, but it sounded so...exploitative.
"Diffindo! Deprimo!" she shouted at the Death Eater after she saw him attempt to kill Moody. She would not tolerate that.
The slashing spell ripped across Iago's leg in a deep gash, blood soaking through fabric, he blocked the second spell with a shield charm. The blasting curse -- struck away to hit the ground to his left, and with another swift movement of his wand he burned the ropes up into ashes before they could reach him. Shards of the splintered wood embedded into his legs as he used a shield charm to protect his extremities. He then turned his wand back on Moody and shouted: "Diffindo! IMPERIO!"
Moody was able to deflect the Severing Charm with a hasty Shield Charm, but the second would have broken through the weak charm even if it had held up to it. He barely had time to mutter "fuck" before he felt all rational thought forced out of his mind. It was replaced with a calm, serene sort of peace that might not have been all that unpleasant if it weren't the sort associated with the Imperius Curse. Though he tried to fight against it, he was unsuccessful. His body was not his body for the time being.
A grin twisted across Iago's features as he felt his own mind connect with Moody's, overtaking his willpower. Kill them. Kill your allies -- KILL THEM ALL! The commands were delivered with force, knowing -- and feeling -- that Moody would try to fight back against the curse, and he would not risk taking the curse lightly on a trained Auror. With the orders given, Iago turned back to Crockford and Flitwick, sending several blasting and slashing hexes in their direction.
Julianne, breaking away from Fenrir and Scabior, stood idly to the side as she watched the Dark Army rally up as well as the Inner Circle. It wasn't long before she heard Mrs. Lestrange bolt into the battlefield, brutally murder Professor Slughorn, then have others rush in not long after. Before she knew it, chaos had broken out once again. She stood in her place for a moment before following Mr. Mulciber, who appeared to be alone and not with any of those wicked werewolves.
It took her a good few minutes to arrive at the Quidditch Pitch (she hadn't realized how quick Mr. Mulciber was, she would never judge on hair color ever again -- unless his hair was actually a fairly light blonde as opposed to white, then it all made sense). "Episkey," she immediately cast a healing spell on Iago's leg. Everything seemed under control for now.
"Sparks and curses are flying left and right. The stands on the pitch are being removed and actually hurled at Mr. Mulciber! He defends himself well, but it seems as though his leg has been gashed. Good thing there's a pleasant little girl to help heal him right away. But...what is this? Could this be Mr Moody turning against his so-called friends? Was he secretly on Mr Mulciber's side all along or is this simply a curse?"
Actually being on the battlefield gave that answer away, but Rita enjoyed building suspense. Besides, in case Mulciber and the Death Eaters won, she really didn't want them coming after her for announcing to the world that Iago Mulciber had freely used a whole lot of unforgivable curses.
"Moody, what on Earth?" Mrs. Crockford shrieked. Dodging out of the line of the Death Eater's hexes (though getting hit by a few slashing hexes across her arms and stomach, ouch!), she clenched her fists. This was just no good wasn't it? "Stupefy! Incarcerous! Petrificus Totalus!" were all shot towards Mulciber in an effort to break his hold. "Locomotor Mortis!" shouted in Moody's direction. But how did you Leg-Lock someone with only one leg?
Still trying to fight off the effects of the curse, Moody had to give a mental nod to Iago for the strength of the damn thing. If the stakes had not been quite so high, he very well might have relaxed -- enjoyed that feeling of serenity -- and waited to see what would happen next. But he didn't think that Iago's instructions for him were going to be mundane. Very much without his consent, he turned to face his two companions, sending a Killing Curse in each of their directions.
Spell after spell was deflected as Iago blocked each one with a shield charm -- one of Flitwick's blasting curses tore across the side of the leg, leaving the skin raw and bleeding. He slashed his wand in front of his body and sent a silent sectumsempra at Flitwick, before pointing his wand at a large rock and slashing his wand in an arc toward Crockford, sending the boulder flying right toward her head, watching impassively as the woman was knocked unconscious and collapsed to the ground. And, finally -- he sent a Killing Curse with a shout at Rita.
"Mr Moody is throwing spells left and right at his once friends, but they artfully dodge the most of them. Professor Flitwick and his poorly dressed companion look utterly confused and hurt at being forced to attack their friend, but what can they do? Self-preservation is a must. Mr Mulciber is attacking hard and fast, artfully sending spell after spell. He has just rendered the woman unconscious with a rather large boulder and now there is a green light headed towards FUCKING SHIT FUCK!"
Rita realised the killing curse was aimed at her and a stream of horrible curse words escaped her lips as she dove to the ground and slid as far as her body could take her. There was no way she was letting herself get killed. The crash to the grass and dirt scraped her knees and hurt like a bitch but there was no way it was as bad as death. "Fucking hell." She cursed again, panting as she clutched the ground in fear. What the fuck? She was just doing her job! This was fucking ridiculous. "Fuck this." She stayed low to the ground and crawled as quickly as she could away from this battle. There was no way she was staying here and getting killed. Journalism be damned. She'd find a way less intense battle.
Flitwick's shield charm held against the silent spell the Death Eater had cast at him and Moody's killing curse, though the tiny man staggered backwards under the power of the spells. With a flourish, he sent an angry curse at the Death Eater, something that would cause a great deal of internal bleeding and take the other man out of commission. It wasn't something Flitwick liked to use--frankly, he hated using any sort of curse--but these were dire circumstances. He followed that curse with a Confundus charm, trying to aim it at the girl who was with him and cause her to leave the battlefield, and finally sent an Incendio at Moody. If anything, fire might get him to come back to his senses... or so Flitwick hoped.
Though Flitwick's first spell hit him directly, sending him into a spiral of confusion, Moody was still unable to shake the curse, as much as he mentally balked at the damage his body was sustaining and the actions it was taking -- if anything, having been confunded only made fighting the curse harder and he hoped to god that its effects would wear off quickly. But for now, all he could do was fight against it with all of the strength he had left. And in the meantime, against his will, his body kept fighting for him, which would have been great, if he weren't fighting on the wrong side. Though he tried to clear his mind, the curse he was under did not seem to want to want to relinquish its hold that easily -- in fact, neither of them did -- so he instead trained his wand on Flitwick. "Sectumsempra!"
"Damnit, Alastor, snap out of it!" Flitwick squeaked, deflecting that curse... mostly. It caught his already-injured leg, and if he'd had time, he would've grumbled about not being as young as he used to be and duelling involving weird spells these days. He didn't have the time, though, as he was throwing spell after spell, curse after curse, jinx after jinx, at both Moody and the Death Eater, only thinking about which spells they were for long enough to cast them. All it would take was a break in concentration on the Death Eater's part or something finally getting through to Moody to even things up again, and Flitwick was determined to make that happen or die trying.
At last, the effects of the confundus curse seemed to wear off and Moody was at least back to his normal self within his abnormal self. But that just meant he had more with which to fight off the Imperius. And with Iago occupied by fending off curses, he was finally able to break free from his hold and immediately cast a Shield Charm in front of himself to deflect the barrage of curses coming toward him.
"I'm back!" Moody shouted to Flitwick before turning on Iago, indignation and sheer anger providing him more than enough ammunition for the Killing Curse he sent in the man's direction, followed by an Incendio that he hoped would do the trick if he managed to evade the first.
Moody could not believe what shit luck they had that this Death Eater was one of probably only a few who could actually cast that damn spell and now they had to outrun it with an unconscious Mrs Crockford back to the castle. How in the hell...
With a flick of his wand, Moody cast Feather Light Charms on both Flitwich and Mrs Crockford before grabbing them both -- the woman over his shoulder and the professor under his arm -- and running as fast as his peg leg could carry him. Thank god for all those morning runs with the rest of the Order and Albion. And to think they never saw the point in running. Clearly they'd never been chased by an evil flaming serpent before.