Stiles swore again as he watched because he didn’t want to hit Derek but the older male seemed to be winning the fight which gave Stiles no chance to hit the guy in black with a curse. That was until Derek seemed to freeze up, letting the guy in black flip them over without a fight. What the hell was going on?
Without hesitation Stiles threw a curse and hit the Death Eater in the side, causing him to be thrown from Derek and into a nearby tent all. Stiles moved, his wand pointed at the guy the whole time. “Don’t move! Don’t move or the next spell won’t be so nice!”