If he'd thought the battles he'd seen so far had been chaos, they were nothing compared to this. All of a sudden there were Death Eaters and Werewolves everywhere, firing killing curses and other hexes that he was sure was just as deadly. People were screaming and running, Apparating didn't work. From beside him he saw Peakes go down, Ronan start shooting. He fired off hex after hex of his own, but even when he hit it was to little use. They were simply too many.
Seeing Ronan go down was surreal. Shouting his name he, pushed out of the way, hexed and watched the Death Eater who kicked him fall. Putting up his shield, he bent over Ronan, checked his pulse, willing him to live but to no avail. Ducking a hex, he knew he could not stay or he'd die himself, so instead he grabbed Ronan's gun and fired at one of the Death Eaters closest to him, before pocketing it. He was still better with his wand, but when shields went up a gun would make more damage.