Felix
Despite his bravado to Caradoc the night before, Felix wasn't looking forward to today. He wasn't on a broom and didn't like the idea of being on the ground where people could approach you from all angles without giving themselves away at all. At least on a broom you were high enough up to look around you.
He cast spell after spell, recalling his training both here and at the Ministry before he went on assignment. He sent hexes to make people bleed, make them fall, nothing serious but something that would hopefully take them out of the fight till the end.
All of a sudden he was thrown off his feet by a hex - and the incantation didn't sound like anything he'd ever heard before - and he fell to his knees in pain, his insides doing something that he thought they probably shouldn't do, judging by the pain he was in. Fuck, Caradoc was going to kill him later.