Re: Loki - Bellatrix - Remus - Regulus
True to his word, Remus had not spent the battle hovering over Regulus' shoulder and had managed to avoid doing anything he would consider foolhardy and stupid. As with previous battles, there was no time for that. If he worried, he'd fail. Simple as that. So, he didn't worry. He pushed it all to the back of his mind for the nightmares to feed off of later and went about the business of killing with an inner coldness he rarely displayed.
He did keep an eye out for Regulus, not moving far enough away he couldn't get back if his lover ran into trouble -- at least not if he could help it. But, the funny thing about battles was you couldn't stay in one spot if you wanted to survive. That meant Remus, more often than not, found himself fighting two or three at once as the front unit was swarmed over with oncoming attackers.
Cast, throw, snap, cast, kick, cast, stab...
The movements themselves were instinct, never the same pattern, his senses guiding him as much as they could for the short time before the screams became almost too much to bear and the scent of blood overwhelmed everything else.
He was again facing off against two death eaters, -- well, more facing off against one, who went down under his wand, and turning to snap the neck of the other who was aiming at Regulus' back, -- when he was pushed from behind, his senses now too overwhelmed to be much good as forewarning. The push sent him into the edge of a nasty purple cloud that had just errupted from another death eater's wand, but as Remus turned to take on his new attacker, he realised it was the odd little man they'd brought in with Severus' mother.
Or rather, it was his corpse falling under someone's curse.
Remus' eyesight was the one advantage he still had and as he glanced at the body of the other man, he caught a glint of motion to his right. The shield he sent up was automatic as his mind registered the tiny silver darts for what they were. But, the shield couldn't stop the Cruciatus that followed them too quickly for Remus to do more than throw himself to one side as he was enveloped in pain. That split second's motion had been enough, however, to avoid most of the silver. Only about a dozen of the tiny darts embedded themselves along the edge of his ribcage and into the upper thigh on the right, a couple biting into the top of his right shoulder.
As he hit the ground, the pain of the curse coursing through him now accompanied by the burn of silver and the beginnings of what would likely turn into some form of anaphylactic shock, he only barely managed to get a glimpse of Bellatrix' face.
The last clear thought he had was that if he ever stood up again, he was going to kill her.