Her voice echoed through the alleyway as she stepped out from the shadows. Dark eyes were aflame as she had been watching for the past five minutes, just enough time to determine what was going on. Alecto didn't know that this was the type of lesson Amycus was talking about, and while she was not against beating people up... her form of abuse as lessons usually only left bruises and scarred memories, it didn't threaten the lives of those she wanted to teach. At least, teach on the level that Draco needed to be taught. Alecto did have her own type of lessons, lessons that ended in death, but when it came to possible proteges? There was not supposed to end in death.
Black heels paced over to her brother, as she punched him in the arm, "Lessons don't mean killing, brother." Dark gaze glared at Amycus, before a gloved hand lifted to brush against Draco's cheek and down his chin to lift his head up.
"Poor thing," Tsking, she pushed Amycus away, ripping Draco from his grasp. Arms were held out to catch the unconscious boy, but her knees ended up buckling under the weight. Dropping to her knees, Draco's limp body rested against hers. "What good will he be dead?" Alecto was addressing Amycus, but her gaze was on the bloodied face of Draco. This was probably one of the reasons why Alecto did most of the training for the new recruits. While Amycus was one of the best teachers around, he could get carried away and this was obviously one of those times. Alecto was notorious for losing control, but she never lashed out at her little proteges. It was muggles that were usually at the receiving end of her wand.
"Draaaaaco," Her voice purred at the boy, attempting to wake him up. "Come on, love, you can't sleep in the alleyway like this." A gloved hand wiped some of the fresh blood from his cheeks. Ah, this wasn't looking too good. She really didn't want to go to St. Mungo's, so her mind began to race with other options.