The noises coming from the group of elves were enough to make Mikey's stomach turn. He wanted to be grateful that they were too absorbed to notice them sneaking over but the single-mindedness with which they were destroying whatever it was they'd found wiped any form of gratitude from his mind.
"With you," he muttered, gritting his teeth and tightening his grip on his wand. They needed to get through urgently so he threw another Banishing Charm and two of the house elves skidded off to the side, tumbling head over heel. He cast an Incendio after them grimly, purposely not checking on the results.
The spell light up the night brightly and almost as one the group looked up, their mouths wet and dripping with blood. Shadows flickered across their rotting and charred faces, highlighting the chunks of flesh missing where spells had blasted away pieces of muscle and skin.
"Oppugno," he yelled and a group of crows swarmed out of the air and swept in, feet outstretched and beaks ready to stab at eyes.