Tonks was currently curled up on the ground. She felt like a ton of bricks hit her, honestly. And, in theory, they had. Hexes with that sort of force generally felt like bricks. She groaned a little, turning over and trying to get up quickly. Wouldn't do to be on the ground during a battle, after all.
It hurt, but she wasn't seriously wounded. Neither was she in the Department of Mysteries either. Or St. Mungo's. That had Tonks jumping up. She nearly tripped over the untied lace of her boot, but managed not to fall flat on her face again. "Cripes." Muttered to herself, gripping her wand in a defensive position. Once getting her bearings on her own two feet, she headed out from the little alley that she had appeared in.
An alley? That couldn't be right. The witch frowned as she walked, mentally retracing her steps of the battle to see if she had hit a portkey or something. Then Tonks winced, recalling a mistake that she had made. "Moody is gonna have my ass." More muttering, and then she walked down the street. Seeing someone along the street made her frown a little bit more.
"Who's there?" Called out. That wasn't generally protocol, but neither did Tonks know whether it was a friend or enemy. She'd find out in a moment, she supposed.