Baron - Dragons
The Dementors were everywhere. He could feel the chill even with the dragon beneath him. He aimed his dragon in their direction, grinning as the fire consumed the evil things. He shot hex after hex at Death Eaters on brooms, and let the dragon snack on a few as they flew by, snatching them right out of the air. Not that he could have stopped them, but he didn't even try.
He alternated between Dementors and Death Eaters, taking out the Dementors from the air before they could reach the forces on the ground. There was only so much Patronuses could do, and the dragons could take care of the rest. He felt hexes hit him, but so far he'd managed to avoid anything serious.
So far seemed to be the operative word. The death eaters were falling quickly now, and the Dementors were nearly gone. Baron eased up a little, guiding the dragon back up so he could have a better view of the field, see where help was still needed.
The blasting hex took him by surprise, but he managed to turn at the last second. The curse missed him, but hit the dragon in the head. It wasn't enough to kill the dragon, but it was enough to make him angry, and stun him. It was all Baron could do to keep the dragon on course, and not fall off. He couldn't protect himself from the hexes that hit him, one after another, pain flaring up with each hit.
Finally he got the dragon under control, blood dripped down into his eyes, his shoulder screaming in pain from where he'd wrenched it, probably dislocated it, as he fought to keep the dragon under control. He could feel slash marks all along his back, deep cuts that flared with pain everytime he moved. He couldn't stop now though.
Taking care of the death eaters who'd attacked him was easy, but he was dizzy with pain and bloodloss by the time it was over. He knew he needed to get to the ground before he fell. A look around showed that the battle was almost over; bodies strewn the field but most of the people still standing had their armbands showing proudly.
He headed towards the forest, burning a few stray Dementors he came across, and landed the dragon in the pen. He could barely stand, and his arm was useless, but he managed to secure the dragon and stumble out to safety. He couldn't go any further, and dropped to the ground, hitting his head harshly against a rock, and then everything went black.