Battle Of Gringotts

[Adonis Maddock]

Adonis assumed that it must be true, that if you looked at somebody long enough they were bound to turn and look. He had endless amounts of patience, he was capable of sitting perfectly still and watching. Most people found it a very creepy attribute in a person, but he learned a lot by doing so. He was able to watch everything unfold around him, and that suited him just fine. From his vantage point, he was able to watch the ministry come barging in, guns blazing, aside from the one who made the less than gracious entrance by being slammed through the doors by the woman he was determined to meet. He couldn't stop watching her, the way she moved was so effortless, the anger gleaming in her eyes even from this distance he could see her. He didn't stop whenever the chandelier fell, and he didn't move whenever the pops started to resound outside of the bank, he watches as the black smoke residue from their apparating came wafting into the store, and their initial round of spells broke open the already gaping hole in the front of the crooked building. He admired the precision that they seemed to have, but there was always room for improvement. He wished that he was out there leading them into the building, as it was since the Dark Lord was so difficult to get an audience with, this was going to have to do until he got the exclusive attention of the man who was soon to be the object of his attention. There weren't too many Ministry officials in the building yet, but he could only assume that they would have more people coming soon, unless they really wanted to jut lay down and take this one. Possible, but he doubted it.

He only wished he was a little closer to the pair because he longed to hear what the girl must have said or done to cause him to become so angry at her. He assumed it was something vulgar, or offensive. His eyes narrowed as she leaned a little closer, struggling to hear something that he knew was going to be impossible. He should have been more aware of his surroundings, he had hardly had time to make eye contact with the man that he had been staring at for longer than a second because he felt the scale hit him directly in between his shoulder blades, causing his back to arch out of reflex. It was a warning, that much was clear. The man was right, he didn't need to be sitting down while the action was happening, he needed to be a part of it. Certainly that wasn't the message that had been meant, but it was the one that he got. Yet, he still didn't move from where he sat, he needed to access the situation, and figure out his best action point, and then move, he wasn't the sort to just jump into action without knowing all of his exit points and a fall back plan. The random nature of this little battle was going to prove to be tricky, nobody seemed to be organized, he was pretty sure during one scan of the room he saw two ministry officials fighting each other, that was a curious little event.

He was angered whenever the girl of his attention was caught in the shoulder, it was a ghastly wound but he was morbidly fascinated, another vampire came into the room shortly after, but she didn't have the same appeal as the one he liked, she was smaller, far more graceful and they appeared to be on the same side for the most part, which was interesting. He had thought that most supernatural besides werewolves liked to run it alone, and the tables seemed to be turned in this case . He was fascinated watching her body attempt to heal himself, he couldn't focus his attention on anything else. He could hear that there were more footsteps running around, that there was more shouting, he assumed that people were not paying attention to him because he was sitting so still, he assumed that they were just thinking that he must be in shock. Nobody else in their right mind could be this still. He saw the flashes of light out of the corner of his eyes, spells threatening to come even closer to his own body. So he eased himself off of the counter, stretching in the process. He pulled his wand from the pocket of his pants, hopping once and shaking his limbs, he hoped to pull in quiet the body count. He didn't need words, with his wand he could preform art. Bending his arm but keeping it low, he focused on the closest ministry official, a jet of dark green light flew out of the tip of his wand, hitting the man directly in the chest. The light left his brown eyes instantly, and his body fell limp to the floor, just another casualty. Stepping over the body he started toward the middle of the floor, it was where the most action seemed to be. Glancing once more toward the man he assumed was the Dark Lord, he smiled because his blood lust got the better of him.

He paused only long enough to regret his choice of clothing for the day, because they were no doubt about to be very much ruined. He dropped a civilian as he made his way toward the bigger fights, some man with a large balding spot in the front of his head, highly unattractive, be had probably done him a favor for all he knew. One of the reasons he was so good at what he did was because he adhered to a strict take no prisoners policy, he didn't let people see him and life, unless they were one of the ones who were supposed to be paying him. He liked to be invisible, made his job so much easier. He didn't have to plot or follow people around to learn their schedule, he would just wait, and take them out the first moment he saw them, it would leave the authorities in a tizzy, since it was always so random in nature that it was virtually unsolvable. "Two for me" he muttered under his breath, his heavy English accent twisting the words. Dropping another Ministry official, he did his best to avoid the ones in the black capes because he was attempting to get the attention of the Dark Lord, not piss him off. Slowly, he was working his way toward him, one person at a time. He was close enough whenever he saw the Ministry official who had been first on the scene to mutter something at his own target.

This was it, his chance and he doubted that he would ever get another chance quiet like this once. In his mind, he focused on the words 'finite incantatem' to stop the spell from hitting the man in the stomach, the colored light froze in the middle of the air, before flickering once and disappearing all together. He assumed that was going to piss that man off in no time at all. Whenever the man turned to look at who stopped the spell he smiled, and wiggled his fingers in a hello greeting. Just to get his point across. he took three more steps, to where he was standing right next to the other man, they were almost touching shoulders. Lifting his wand, a yellow blast left the tip quickly, aimed for the heart of the man who had cast the stunning curse. The man flew back instantly, hitting the ground and sliding rubble out of the way with his body. Turning to the man he had just saved he extended a hand "Adonis Maddock Sir" he knew the name should mean something to him, since he had not been shy about the fact that he was seeking him out. Nodding once he smiled again, a twisted, sinister smile "If you will excuse me" he started to move away, going to rejoin the fight once more.

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Contrary to how it appeared on the outside, Tristan really wished he knew what it was about Wentworth that made him hate him so much. He despised his ugly face. Though he knew that wasn’t enough to have so much hatred towards the man. There was his arrogance which was pretty hate worthy. He personally hadn’t seen anything that made Wentworth so damn perfect in everyone’s eyes. His behavior earlier had made him want to throw up. How Rutherford had even allowed him to be so disrespectful was absurd. It was in no way professional and any superior with a right mind would have not allowed such behavior to take place. There was also the fact that he had owed his life to the idiot. He had punched many holes in his living room wall that night after getting home from work at the thought. Of all people to find out about his coconut allergy with. It was embarrassing. Tristan felt like he had to walk around paranoid that Wentworth was going to spring up out of nowhere with flavored lollipops and a bag of coconut flakes. Most of all, it undoubtedly had a lot to do with the way he managed to weasel himself into the Ministry. He hadn’t taken the time to do his research on what Ashton had been up to in the past few years and he mentally cursed himself for not doing so. There had to be some crack that he could punch at to expose the evil behind the wall. He just needed to find it. Now would be his prime opportunity.

He smirked at every look of confusion and worry on Wentworth’s face. He wanted the man to know that he had every intention on exposing him today. His luck had finally worn out. Wentworth’s hand went for his collar. Tristan’s reaction time wasn’t quick enough. The prat’s forehead quickly came up to his own. The force behind it made him see stars, but wasn’t enough to knock him off completely. His body slumped, giving just enough weight to keep Wentworth pinned underneath him. He felt the tip of his wand go into his chest. He was intimidated, but he refused to allow the fear to show on his face. He refused to give the man even more ammunition against him. If he would have been smart, he would have stopped there. He would have given his enemy one last parting remark and set to work on taking out some of the other DeathEaters surrounding them. Then he’d come back to Wentworth and finish dealing with him. That was what Tristan should have done. Instead, he continued to provoke him. He chuckled at Ashton’s reaction to his comment about Kaydence. “Didn’t think I knew about that, did you Wentworth? I saw you two idiots at the Waterfront a little over a month ago. Made me want to throw up.” He could feel another insult rising to the surface when the man caught him off guard again. The positions had been reversed. He grunted as pieces of glass found their way into his back, feeling the blood pool up underneath the wounds.

Ashton jabbed his wand in Tristan’s throat. He coughed at the impact. "Look at my damn arm, I'M NOT ONE OF THEM!" He allowed his eyes to flicker in the direction of his forearm. He was surprised that there, in fact, was not a tattoo there. His judgment flickered only temporarily. “That doesn’t mean shit,” he said. It didn’t. He had always heard that only loyal followers of the Dark Lord got the tattoo. It was entirely possible that Wentworth wasn’t good enough to be considered trusted. This attack on Gringotts might have been his initiation. Tristan could see the rage in Ashton’s face, but he felt the same ire coursing through his veins. Now than ever he was more determined to prove Wentworth’s betrayal to the Ministry. "And you will not touch her, I will handle it.” His devotion to Morgan was disgusting. Though he supposed the two did go well together. She was a bitch and he was an asshole. It was like they were two peas in a pod, an evil nausea-inducing pod. “We’ll see about that.” Once again though, Ashton beat him to the punch. The man’s spell started at where it had been cast and quickly spread over the top of his body. It felt like rain water started dripping down into his body. Each droplet was like cement and before he knew it, his body was stuck to the marble tile. He could still move his face around and still curse as Wentworth delivered one final blow to his gut. He hated him so much. So much that if he ever murdered someone, the prat would be the victim. He would find some way to bring him back to life over and over again just so he could continue killing him.

“Wentworth!” he yelled at the man’s retreating back. “Get back here and fight me you son of a bitch!” But the man didn’t listen. He darted away before Tristan could even see where he went to. The one thing that could make him the angriest had been done, making him inactive in a fight where so much was on the line. He couldn’t understand how Wentworth continued to get the best of him. The prick was going to pay. Cursing under his breath, Tristan wiggled helplessly on the floor. He hated feeling so useless. People were fighting for the safety of others around him and there was nothing he could do help. Ashton always knew how to get him where it hurt. Stopping for a minute, he breathed heavily as a cloud of smoke slowly began making its way over to him. “Great,” he said to himself, “now I’m gonna bloody choke to death. I’m going to come back and haunt the hell out of him.” He did his best to slow down his breathing. The less smoke he breathed in, the longer he’d be able to live. He breathed out through his nose as he felt dust particles begin to infiltrate his nostrils. Knowing his luck, he’d suddenly find out that he was allergic to that too.

The sound of glass crunching under heels caught his attention. It was hard for him to see given his limited vision, but Tristan could make out a figure walking towards him. It wasn’t Wentworth. The figure was tall, but slim and had a head full of jet black hair. Plus he knew Ashton wasn’t wearing heels. As it got closer, his eyes widened. It was the woman from earlier whose fight had started the battle raging inside of Gringotts. He could now see the huge grin on her face and the wand in her hand that she was waving at him. Now that she was this close, he could see her eyes. “Gold eyes?” he muttered, keeping his focus solely on her. A strange feeling overcame him. He had seen those eyes before and he associated the same sort of destruction going on now with them. The only thing on this sort of scale that he could use as reference was the Masquerade. She had been there. What part she had, he couldn’t remember, but Tristan knew that she was there. “I’m sure you’re really going to prove your strength!” he yelled to her. “Going from whatever the hell you are to a helpless Ministry official. I’m sure your master is going to be so impressed with you.” She ignored him and continued walking towards him. Panic set in. He was defenseless and Wentworth was going to be the reason he died.

“Stay the hell away from him, you bitch!” Tristan knew that voice. Doing his best to look as far to the left as he could, he saw her. His mouth dropped. “KEARA!” She was still much further away, but she was there and he had no idea why. “KEARA! STAY THE HELL AWAY FROM HERE!” He would never forgive himself if his woman was injured because of him. He didn’t need her to come to his rescue and jeopardize her safety even though she was doing it to herself by being here. “GET OUT OF HERE!”

[Isis Moswen]

Isis lived for the look of fear on her prey’s faces when she was closing in for an attack. They were even better when they came from a man. Men hated being out of control, even for a second. This one lying down had none whatsoever. He was a burly guy too so she knew that he really must have been hating this. She threw her head back and began laughing. ”I’m sure you’re really going to prove your strength!” She stopped laughing, but kept the sinister smile on her face. As much as she hated to admit it, he did have a point. This was far too easy for her. After the fight she just came from, this was a step down. The adrenaline coursing through Isis’ veins was telling her to stop and go find where she had sent Centara flying. Even though she wasn’t worthy of her ability either, she was the only one who was able to make her break a sweat. Her throbbing knee was reminder of it. “Going from whatever the hell you are to a helpless Ministry official. I’m sure your master is going to be so impressed with you.” Rolling her eyes, she shrugged her shoulders. “Sweetheart, anything that involves the death of a Ministry official goes over well with him. So you can cut the tough guy act and start begging for your life if you want. I won’t grant it, but it will look better for the big man if you start yelling and pleading. Aren’t you people supposed to help the citizens when they ask for it? Here’s one asking for it. I mean, you don’t want to contradict yourself, do you?”

“Stay the hell away from him, you bitch!” The voice came from somewhere at the other end of the bank, but it was clear as day. Arching a brow, she looked off to the direction it came from. “KEARA! STAY THE HELL AWAY FROM HERE!” The man was yelling to Sonnet and the tone in his voice was unmistakable. Isis began laughing again, the smile on her face so wide that she knew she must have looked crazy. The dust covered hair and torn clothing only added to the image and she was glad it did. “GET OUT OF HERE!” “Yeah Keara, get out of here!” she mimicked in a childish tone. Looking back to the fallen man, she began stalking towards him again. “Oh this is rich! I didn’t even know you guys were allowed to date people like her!” This was going to make things so much more fun. She wasn’t in top shape to take on Keara, but she never backed down from a fight and this was not going to be the first time she would. Once she was a few feet away from the man, Isis stopped and lifted her wand. “I feel kinda bad for you, you know. Just being stuck to the ground and being so pathetic. So here, I’m going to do something you might not think we do and help.” Raising her wand, she pointed it at the ground next to the man. “Confringo!” A yellow beam of light shot from the tip of her wand to the ground, causing the tile to explode with enough force to send the man rolling backwards several feet. The result gave him the ability to regain movement of his limbs.

“See? We can be nice too. We’re not all terrible.” As the man pushed himself up from the floor, Isis pointed her wand in his direction. She saw his hand move to his pocket and retract his wand. “Uh uh!” She shook her wand in a playfully scolding manner. “I’m not that nice. Drop it.” She kept her eyes trained on his. He continued raising his wand up. “I wasn’t playing around with you. Down.” The man still didn’t listen and she found herself growing impatient. “Are you deaf?” she called out. “The fact that I’ve let you live this long should make you give me a little respect. This is the last time I am going to ask nicely. Lower that damn wand. Now.” He shook his head. Isis’ eyes widened. “No? So you really think it wise to go up against a woman like me? Do you know what I am? Have you not seen what I’ve done?” She lifted her arms to the side to show off. Darren may have called the DeathEaters, but she had been the inspiration. She was never going to let him hear the end of it. ”Don’t flatter yourself.” The smile from her face dropped. “Excuse me?” What exactly was he trying to play at? ”I’ve seen better.” If there was one thing Isis didn’t like, it was her skill being insulted. Even though she was sure this man had never seen such carnage, her current temper was off the charts. She would take anything offensively, even more so when it came from the mouth of a stupid Ministry official. “Have you now?” she said, her arm starting to shake. “Well, I guess I’m just to have to outdo whatever it is that takes precedence to this.” Rearing her wand arm back, a crazed look appeared in her eyes.

“AVADA KEDAVRA!”

[Darren Morgan]

Darren couldn’t help but to stand back and admire his work. Everything that was happening was far beyond what he could have ever imagined. He had caused total war with his thumb. His thumb. This was far better than the Masquerade. At the Masquerade, everyone had been there, ready to strike. Here they had all come without notice. From what he could tell, his side was winning. The number of Ministry officials and innocent civilians lying in heaps on the ground outnumbered his followers. Honestly, Darren was relieved that he had this much support still. He had been unsure of his numbers when he had begun to sit down and plan for his next attack. He was constantly hearing rumors that this one was still with him, but that one was disgruntled. It had seemed that the traitors outweighed the followers. Yet here they all were. He couldn’t see outside since the dust particles from the marble rubble clung to the windows, but from what he could hear there was a significant amount more outside. Several of them continued to flood in through the gaping hole in the front of the bank. Darren couldn’t see their faces besides their grins, but he would make sure to reward everyone who had answered his call. For the ones who didn’t, he would deal with them at a later time. Today’s events had changed everything. His first order of business would be finding his new hideout. The Ministry would be on the Manor as soon as everything had cleared up here. Halcyon Nights and Steaming Mugs would be soon after. His private life would be made public as soon as his name was brought to the attention of the right people.

Scanning the room, his eyes caught a man a yard or so away. Upon closer inspection, he saw that it was the man from earlier whom he had sent a scale into the back of. Bringing his arms closer to his chest Darren watched with interest. He had skill with a wand. There was no question about that. Besides that, he was taking down Ministry officials. He wasn’t wearing a hooded robe so he wasn’t one of his DeathEaters. If he wasn’t though, who was he? He couldn’t stop watching. He maneuvered his way around the battlefield with such ease. Darren couldn’t help but to be impressed. The man was slowly but surely making his way in his direction. He had no clue what his angle was but he was intrigued. The Dark side needed people like him. He needed men who knew how to battle by going straight for the big guns. Mostly he needed more reliable men. As of now, the only man in his inner circle was Monroe, the alcoholic. He wondered if the dumbass had even made it out today. For his sake, he better have. If Darren caught wind of Damien missing today’s action he would have to suffer his wrath. He had had enough of the imbecile’s laziness and inability to be productive. By the looks of things, he had people now who could easily replace him if need be.

A spell suddenly landed by his feet. Looking down, he was puzzled. Whoever had sent it had been foolish. The spell’s effect, whatever it was supposed to have been, was like bringing a knife to a gun fight. Looking back up, Darren saw a frightened man crawling towards him. His eyes narrowed. Pointing his hand to the man, he raised it up forcing the man’s body to do the same. He grinned as the man began yelling. “You should learn to pick your battles more carefully.” Flicking his hand to the right, he caused the man to sail headfirst into a pillar. His body crumpled lifelessly to the floor. Two Ministry officials began running in his direction after witnessing it. Unfortunately for them, Darren still had a sour taste in his mouth from Wentworth earlier. For them, he took his wand from his coat pocket and snapped his it towards them. “Sectumsempra!” It was a child’s spell, but the effects spoke for themselves. He was unsure of the reason why but the spell cut deeper into the skin of the officials then it normally did. Their screams of agony were like music to his ears. He watched as they fell to the ground, grasping at the cuts slicing into every part of their bodies. The cuts formed gashes that forced the wounds to bleed out like floodwater. Darren looked down to his hands. Nothing about them was special. Perhaps his advancement in his magical ability was what made the spell stronger. Then again, maybe it was the adrenaline pumping through his body as a result from his numbers and being back in the line of fire.

Darren had been so distracted with his hands that he didn’t see the bolt of red light coming towards him. He looked up as it caught the corner of his eye. He still had enough time to react. Bringing his hand forward, he had begun to speak the halting spell when the light froze in mid-air and then disappeared completely. It had been stopped for him. He quickly looked off to the side. The caster, that bloody official that Kaydence was fooling around with, was looking behind him. Clearly he had not been the one to stop it. As Darren’s eyes moved past him, the man from earlier appeared and quickly closed the space between him and Wentworth. He watched the scene closely. A smile lit up his features as the Ministry attacker cursed the official, sending him sliding in the opposite direction. Isis hadn’t been able to find out too much on Wentworth, that he had been told anyway, but he was more than pleased seeing him suffer so much. Besides the fact that he wore a Ministry badge, something about him made Darren loathe him. He detested his arrogance and how he continued to try and get to him. The man was worth less than the glass ensnared in the crevasses of his shoes. If he made it out of here alive he would have a target on his back for the rest of his life.

His savior stepped over and extended his hand. ”Adonis Maddock Sir.” He looked down at Maddock’s hand before looking back up. Darren didn’t shake hands, but with the man's surname, it was possible Adonis would learn that. Maddock was a respected name in the dark wizarding community. His father was the child of one of the Dark Lords, before his grandfathers, inner circle followers. There was a lot of history behind the Maddock name. One would have to be stupid to be interested in the Dark Arts without ever have hearing it. Now that he was close enough to examine, Darren noticed that he did look like he fit in with his other followers. He was pale, thin and had cockiness about him. Maddock had been doing all of this to impress him and it had worked. He hadn’t needed the saving, but he supposed if the man didn’t even know him and felt the need to defend him then he was worth looking into. ”If you will excuse me.” With that, Maddock went off in search of his next opponent. With any luck he’d find his sister and put her out of her sodding misery so he wouldn’t have to waste any more of his time on her. At the thought of his sister, Darren turned back around to where Wentworth had landed. If the man wanted to meddle in his business so bad, it was about time to give him a taste of his own medicine.

He walked over to Wentworth with his wand pointed in his direction. The man scrambled to get towards his wand that he had lost after Maddock’s attack but Darren beat him to it. “INCARCEROUS!” Ropes instantly shot from his wand and bound themselves around Wentworth. With a flick of his wrist, they constricted themselves tighter around his body. Kneeling over, he picked up the man’s wand and examined it. “In a battle like this Wentworth,” he began, continuing to study the stick of wood, “it’s vital to keep your wand on you at all times. You never know whose hands it might wind up in.” Chuckling, he raised Wentworth’s wand over his head. “MORSMORDE!” Green sparks darted out of the wand and into the ceiling of the bank. The screams from outside confirmed that it had worked. He had cast the spell for the Dark Mark over the bank, letting the entire country know that he and his DeathEaters were there and they were killing. Laughing, Darren turned his attention back to the enraged and bound man. He threw his wand a good ten feet or so away from where his body laid. “For your sake I hope your friends don’t find what wand cast that spell. Might raise a few eyebrows.” With one final look in the man’s direction he made a squeezing motion with his fingers. The ropes pulled themselves even tighter into Wentworth’s body and he turned on his heel to walk away. Stuffing his hands into his pockets, he began looking for the next fight to focus his attention on.

[Keara Sonnet]

”KEARA!” Though her facial features didn’t change and her pace did not slow, she was wincing inside at the thought of her name being thrown out in the middle of a battle with Ministry officials. Her life had been spent running from people who could lock her up and find out what made her tick and she had done so well. Getting with a Ministry worker was a bad omen to begin with but she wasn’t able to resist him. This might be the one thing that became negative about the two being together. “KEARA! STAY THE HELL AWAY FROM HERE!” Though she knew he was only trying to look out for her, she was not about to turn her back on him when he was against a werewolf. The last thing she wanted was to see him killed because Centara couldn’t take down her first werewolf. She knew he would probably be upset at her for not listening, but that was a conversation they would handle down the road.

When Isis began mocking him and brought up the idea of dating someone like Kea, she realized then that the conversation they would be having would not be about her not turning around. There was no way she was going to get around him finding out that she was a vampire. If he hadn’t figured it out already, he would figure out in a few moments when she confronted Isis for the wretch she was. She was about to disregard the fact that she was wearing heels and just run to the pair, taking Tristan away before he could find out, but that was when she got hit by a spell mid-back. She was sprawled across the floor, glass cutting into her hands as she braced for the landing. Looking behind her, she noticed it had been a stray spell from a DeathEater who apparently didn’t realize he was supposed to aim at the Ministry worker he was fighting with. When she looked back, Isis had shot a spell at Tristan’s direction, sending him flying away from where he was laying. Luckily, he hadn’t been hit directly and how he was apparently able to move. Her face lit up as he went for his wand, but her expression became that of fear when his arm dropped again. The two were bickering back and forth and there was nothing good that could come out of it. He was provoking her. Provoking a werewolf only usually ended in harm or death and with the way Isis was already riled up, the effects would not be good.

Kicking off her shoes in the middle of all of this debris was probably not the best idea but her feet would heal. She could not however turn someone back from being bitten by a werewolf or bring them back to life. Now was not the time to be laying down watching, nor was it the time to take it easy to get over to him. She quickly pushed herself up off the floor and began sprinting to his location, now disregarding anything else around her. If she was hit by another spell, she didn’t notice. The glass cutting into her feet left blood drops behind her feet but she didn’t even feel a thing. When Isis’ wand arm raised, Keara didn’t think she could move fast enough. The only thing that mattered was what words she knew were about to come from Isis’ mouth. She knew those words too well and they were not going to be used against him. For a moment, it was almost as if the entire world around her stood still. No one moved, no one spoke. Spells that had been shot were frozen in midair, their colors lighting up the faces of those around them. Drops of blood from cuts and gashs were halted mid-drop, not allowed to hit the floor. Keara wasn’t moving no matter how fast her feet tried to carry her, but yet Isis’ arm was still pointed in Tristan’s direction as her lips began moving. If the world really was standing still, Isis was the only one who seemed to have the ability to do anything.

”AVADA KEDAVRA!”

The spell hit her square in the stomach, her eyes closing tightly as the rush hit her. She had made it without a split second to spare, stepping right in front of Isis’ wand and taking the full force of the spell. The power behind the spell sent her a few feet back in Tristan’s direction; just inches shy of knocking into him. The rush turned into a wave of energy searing through her body, pain following right behind that wave. With being so old, she was able to disregard the pain much better than she had when she was a new vampire, but it still affected her nonetheless. It took her a moment still to get rid of the pain but a few seconds after the spell had hit, her eyes opened up as her body released the tension it had just been holding. Those eyes that normally held a red sheen glowed green for a moment before going back to their red depths. The first thing she saw when they opened was a very unhappy Isis. “I said to stay away from him,” Keara said in a sadistic voice, narrowing her eyes.

[erin]

he pain from her injuries was beginning to hit her at that point. Kaydence was still recovering from the intense stinging spell she sent her way. She made note to avoid that one from now on, it seemed to be a rather cruel spell. She saw a figure interacting with the girl, but the dark haze that was now circulating around the room made it hard for her to make out who it was. She didn’t care enough to find out. She saw it as an opportunity to let her guard down for a moment and think on an escape plan.

She was already beginning to feel dizzy from all the blood that was escaping, especially from the large gash on her forehead. The last thing she wanted was to stumble awkwardly around and risk being hit by a stray curse on her way out the door. Perhaps it was best for her to find a hiding spot behind a pillar and just wait the whole thing out. It seemed bizarre how hard it was to find her way back to the entrance of Gringott’s when in normal circumstances it would have been the easiest task. The place was simply one long hall if you ignore the vaults below. But now it was so overcrowded; with fallen people acting as obstacles and spells flying every which way, that from her position it was next to impossible to make it across the space alive.

Not to mention she wasn’t in exactly the right head space at that time. She had known at one point how to fix broken bones, but she was beginning to get too dizzy to remember the exact spell. She’d never actually practiced it on a person before, and she wasn’t sure if she would just make her arm worse if she tried. No, it was probably best to leave that type of work to a healer, and the fact that her bloody face looked like an absolute mess was the least of her problems.

As she thought over her situation, something happened that she was not expecting at all. One moment she was watching the general direction where Kaydence had been hit by her cruel yet necessary spell, and the next a curse hit her square in the chest. All thoughts of strategy and escaping left and her mind was completely focused on the pain. She crumpled to the ground and screamed bloody murder for a few long moments. The sound was enough to make a nearby duelling witch to become momentarily distracted and therefor be hit by a stunning spell. It felt like it lasted hours to her, even though it was only a minute or two. The only thing she considered during that time was how much she would have preferred to die.

When it was over, it took everything she had in order to remain in the semi-awake state she’d found herself in. Her vision kept fading in and out, the threat of completely losing consciousness constantly overhead. She remained in her pathetic state for a good three minutes, leaving a smear of blood where her bleeding face was. When she was finally able to shake herself out of it, she noticed a figure in front of her. Using her good arm, she brought herself back in to a standing position, picking up the wand that had rolled a foot away from her in the process. Cammie had sent the crucio curse her way, she knew that now. So Erin now had two opponents who had more magical training than her. She was screwed.

[jmj23435]

Watching the battle was like watching a gruesome, terrifying, muggle horror film. Blood was everywhere and there were more bodies than blood. It frightened her. The girl pulled her shirt over her mouth, but it did little to stop the dust. She stood up and fell back, her knees painful and stinging. She had to get out of there. Over closer to the door. She closed her eyes, took a breath and opened them. She took off, keeping low to avoid spells, but somehow she ran into a person.

This was not an ordinary person though, this was the man behind it all. The one who's follower had killed her mum. She backed away from him, her back hitting a wall. So much for escaping from the bank. She looked over at the desk, just in time to see it blow up. At least she wasn't dead. Yet. This was the man who had caused so many deaths, the man who was wanted all over Austria, and probably Europe.

Adrenalin pumped through her, but she was unable to go anywhere. Fighters surrounded them, each busy with their own battles. "K-" She went to scream for help from the vampire, but fell into a coughing fit. She managed to grip her wand and point it at him, her hand shaking as she did. She could feel herself want to cry. But she couldn't she had to stay strong for her mum. Bitng on her lip hard, she tried to steady her shaking hand.

The tiny, scared 12-year-old girl against the rising Dark Lord. It was nowhere near a fair fight, but nothing was ever fair. She closed her eyes, searching her mind to find some spell to use. None came to her but one, but It would do nothing, but make him mad.Still, it would stall him, so she could try and escape. "Aquamenti!" She said, her voice shaking as a jet of water flew at him.

She began to hurry as fast as she could, before her knees gave out. She was mere feet from the safety of the outside, but she glanced out and saw more fighting out of there. Where could she go, to escape the fighting? A little girl shouldn't be in this fight. It wasn't her battle to fight.

[Juliet Delia]

This day had become far, far more twisted than she could have ever imagined it being. She had meant it to be a regular day: a visit to clean up her vault, a quick pick-up from a contact, and home for a bubble bath and a beer. That was supposed to be her day, and a rather satisfactory one at that, in her opinion. No violence, no death, no destruction to the back of her skull or her back. Now, if she even survived this pit of doom that had once been Gringotts, she was almost certainly going to either head to work for an emergency check-up of her own, or attempt to make her own healing potion, if she was even capable. Today was not okay. Her head was reeling as she squinted into the face of Damien Monroe, the last person she had ever expected to see under the Death Eater cloak before her.

She stood slowly, looking up at Damien warily. Juliet snorted in indigence as Damien tried to speak to her in a lulling voice, asking her to put the wands down. She knew that Damien didn't always think the opposite sex was the cleverest, but if he actually thought that she was that daft, she took some offense to it. Juliet was under the impression that he had a little more respect for her than that. "Damien, dear, if you think I'm stupid enough to put both of these wands down in this room, right now, then we're really not operating on the same wave here." Her eyebrows were knit together tightly, and she squeezed her eyes shut against a sudden wave of pain that radiated through her head. She forced her eyes back open and stared Damien in the face. There was a serious amount of concentration that needed to happen right now if she didn't want to end up dead very, very soon.

Juliet steadied herself against the pillar beside her, but continued to keep her wand pointed at Damien. She honestly had absolutely no idea what was going on right now, and although this clearly was not the time and place to have this discussion, she did have to make a quick decision on whether or not she should give Damien, the man standing in a Death Eaters cloak before her, the drunken party boy albeit sweetheart, his wand back. That in itself was an uncomfortable decision to make, on top of the chaos in the room. On one hand, he could really be trying to protect her, and just wanted to make sure that the slightly concussed lady she was would make it out of this huge mess alive. Or on the other hand, he could want to potentially torture and murder him for his own sadistic Death Eater pleasure. It was a shame she didn't know more about him right now. The decision was definitely one that could have some awful repercussions, and she really didn't feel like kicking herself in the head for it later.

Her eyes rolled back into her head as she snorted again; Damien was now trying to make light of the situation. This situation. The one where people were dying practically everywhere. Her face become sombre as his voice grew serious. Her eyes searched his face for some sign of deception, and, upon finding none, she began to lower her wand. In that moment, she saw an Auror raise his wand in Damien's direction. She really hoped she wouldn't have to pay for this later. Juliet raised her wand quickly, and fired a spell over Damien's shoulder. "Stupefy!" The Auror was knocked back onto his back, clearly in no current state to fight back.

Juliet turned her attention back to the man in front of her. She took a step towards Damien, pointing her wand in his face. "This discussion is not over," she said in a low, dangerous voice. "And I swear to God, if you screw me over, I will come back to haunt you and make your life miserable from my grave, clear?" Juliet was rather impressed and pleased with herself. That was stern enough for her, and she was quite impressed that it had come out as such. At least he knew she meant business. Another wave of nausea and pain rolled through her body as she stepped back from Damien. She used one hand to steady herself on the pillar in an attempt to keep the world from spinning too fast. Slowly, cautiously, she held Damien's wand out to him.

[Kaydence Morgan]

It felt like her entire body was being stung repeatedly by bees. Kaydence was usually able to handle pain pretty well, but it had been a long time since she had last seen action of this caliber. That with the initial shock of everything that had happened today had just completely unprepared her for everything. Her vision was becoming cloudy from the water welling up in her eyes, waiting for the right moment to release. Crying was not an option. It was a sign of weakness. It was bad enough that she had screamed from the pain Erin’s hex had given her. She would not give her, nor anyone else watching, the satisfaction of seeing her suffer. She forced her lips shut only allowing her body to shake. ”KAYDENCE!” If she opened her mouth to respond Kaydence would scream again. Instead, she desperately waited for Cammie to make her way towards her. She needed her friend. She needed a friendly face period. Literally every time she turned around there was someone who had something against her. Besides Cammie, Ashton had been the only one she could have turned to. However, he had just found out she was a DeathEater. The look on his face had been enough to replace any words that may have came of his mouth. Even with that though, Kaydence didn’t know if Ashton could even be trusted himself. He was a Ministry official. She had been raised to hate any sort of law enforcement. This was an obstacle the two of them couldn’t possibly avoid, if they even spoke to each other again after this.

Cammie finally got closer. Kaydence winced as she saw her friend sliding over the shards of glass to get to her. She was amazed that the woman cared enough for her well-being to suffer such pain, but it was wholly unnecessary to cause herself agony to save her. If the roles were reversed however, she would have done the same thing for her in a heartbeat. It was so hard to come by friends now that one had to be willing to do whatever it took to keep them. Especially in situations like this. She didn’t know if it was her friend’s aid or if the pain was actually subsiding, but she felt considerably better than she did seconds before Cammie pulled her into her lap. Kaydence was able to open her mouth now. She did her best to breathe in and out deeply, noticing the longer she did, the more the stinging went away. By the time her friend had helped her sit upright, it was nearly gone, but she still felt weary and disorientated. She tried to protest as Cammie got up and began walking in the direction of Erin, but decided against it. She didn’t want to push her luck. If being able to breathe was all she could get, then she’d take it. Kaydence craned her neck to see what her friend was doing. ”Crucio.” Oh. That’s what she was doing. A smile appeared on her face, growing with every scream that came from Erin’s mouth. Emerald deserved to pay for whatever the hell she had just done to her.

This battle was doing strange things to her. Kaydence’s mood usually changed as often as she cleaned, which was all the time, but this was something completely different. As she sat there in silence watching Erin suffer at the hands of Cammie, she had an overwhelming desire to join in. She felt sinister. It was a feeling she hadn’t had since she was younger and actively following her brother. Honestly, it felt…refreshing. She didn’t realize how much she had actually missed it. Kaydence wanted to join in. Erin had thought that she could pick a fight with her so she felt like it was her duty to put her in her place. After all, she couldn’t let Cammie have all the fun. Placing her arms on either side of her she slowly pushed herself up, careful not to place her palms in any of Isis’ mess. It took her a few seconds to stand on her feet without swaying, but as soon as she was able to Kaydence drew her wand. She had to do something to top Cammie’s cruciatus. The Imperious was an option. She would get sick pleasure out of watching Erin run into a wall over and over again or smack her head into the floor. “Perfect,” she whispered to herself, moving to take a step forward. The anticipation was killing her. Both the times in Alzubra and earlier, Erin had practically begged for Kaydence to show her what she was made of. What kind of person would she be to keep her waiting? If the girl wanted to get her ass kicked, she would not be one to deny her that.

”MORSMORDE!” Kaydence stopped in her tracks. Looking behind her, the smoke cleared conveniently enough for her to see her brother with his wand in the air and green sparks flying up above them. The mark itself would be enough to show the public exactly what was going on if any of them were stupid enough to not have been informed of what was happening. It would bring even more Ministry officials and any other wandering souls looking to make their mark with her brother. The effects of the Dark Mark would be disastrous to the Ministry, especially since it was over Gringotts, the bank that was supposed to be one of the safest places in the wizarding world. If anyone had questioned Darren’s power, they wouldn’t now. As the smoke continued to move to the side Kaydence saw that he wasn’t alone. Below him was a figure wrapped up in ropes. She couldn’t hear what was being said, but she watched as her brother threw the wand he had been holding and do something with his hand which had an effect on whomever it was that was bound. She didn’t move until Darren walked away and left the squirming figure behind. Her legs took on a mind of their own and began leading her to the figure. Upon closer inspection, Kaydence gasped. It was Ashton. Her heart began beating faster. She had no idea what he had done, but she needed to get to him. With her wand still firmly in hand, her steps quickened. To her dismay, another figure, this time hooded, appeared suddenly advancing on her helpless suitor. No one was going to hurt him, not while she was in the picture and perfectly capable of doing it herself.

She broke out into a sprint. “Petrificus Totalus!” The figure went rigid instantly, falling to the ground with a sickening thud. Not her best spell, but she needed to get Ashton untied before he was attacked again. He was easy prey. Kaydence instantly went to her knees as she approached his side. Placing her wand on one of the ropes she muttered a spell that sliced the robes down the middle. His eyes were on her cheek, she could feel them, but she did her best to ignore it. It would be hard enough to forget about it in the morning. She quickly pulled the cut ropes away from him, noticing the indents and discoloration they had left from the pressure. She ran a finger over a particularly purple spot on his arm. He seemed more insistent on wanting to talk to her. This wasn’t the place for it. Squeezing his arm gently, her eyes pleaded with him to forget about her and focus on the danger surrounding them. “You don’t understand anything,” she quietly said, rising back to her feet quickly. Ashton needed to get back to protecting the people he was supposed to serve. Not her. Kaydence knew he could take care of himself. And with the rapidly growing urge for having some sort of control in this fray, she knew she faired a much better chance now then she did earlier. Giving him one last pitiful look she turned and ran into the smoke that had been caused by a spell hitting and destroying a column.

She wasn’t sure how, but somehow Kaydence found her way back to Cammie. She had just released the curse and was watching in satisfaction as Erin withered on the ground. Any emotion that she had from Ashton a minute ago had vanished. That need for power was back and it was stronger than ever. It was amazing how just looking at a person could to that to her. “That was a nice trick, but I think you should share the fun.” Laughing, she brought her wand up and pointed it at Erin. “Imperio!” The girl’s body went stiff, waiting for her first command. She looked over to her friend. “What should I make her do first, run into the wall?” She didn’t wait for an answer. “Run to the wall face-first.” And with that, she flicked her wand to the left and Erin started running.

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Merlin he was going to kill Wentworth. Nothing was a bigger thorn in Tristan’s side then letting a woman get the best of him, especially one as evil as this bitch. He did his best to try and somehow pry himself from the tile, but it was useless. No amount of anger could free him from his entrapment. He yelled out, mostly in fury from being so helpless, but also from the woman mocking his lady. By the tone in her voice, she had to have known Keara. It was confirmed when she added on to her teasing. Her kind? What did she mean by her kind? There was nothing wrong with Keara. Besides being uncommonly gentle and selfless, he had never noticed anything out of the ordinary about her. Tristan assumed she was just trying to play games with him. Throw his concentration off. He wouldn’t allow her to do it. Keara’s safety was too important to him to just throw it away by questioning the woman’s words. In Auror training, he had been taught to never listen to the enemy. He knew they did whatever they could to make the fight easier for themselves and went for whatever gave them the better chance of winning. A good Auror never fell victim to their taunts and insults. He was trying to prove himself to the Ministry here today. What good would he be doing them if he permitted his temper to determine every action of his? Keara was the civilian in this scenario. Tristan needed to protect her. He needed to keep the woman’s attention on him so she could flee and get herself to safety. He would suffer whatever wrath the woman had in order to keep Keara safe. He was the man in this relationship. It was his responsibility.

The taunts persisted and he kept his focus on her as she continued walking towards him. At least he had that much going in his favor. She was more fixated on him then Keara. Tristan could only see the outline of her figure, but it wasn’t moving. She was listening to him. That was all he had asked for. He knew he’d never hear the end of it from the women in his family if they had found out that a woman had died for him. There would have been no hopes of understanding from them. No hopes that mentioning her devotion for him had saved his lie. They would have lit into him until he had no choice but to kill himself and join her. They expected better from him. He was their little ball of clay that they had shaped and molded into the perfect man for the most deserving woman. If Tristan tried to tell them that she was the most deserving woman that would have been it. He’d never be able to go home again. He’d probably have to move to a separate country altogether to keep from being chewed out for not being the hero. Though little would they know that he would live the rest of his life in misery, knowing that he had been unable to protect the woman that he had fallen so quickly for. If it hadn’t shown, he prided took the male role very seriously. He laughed at the thought of something even attempting to try and hurt Keara while he was in the picture. It would be a tremendous lifelong blow to his ego if her death was a result of her having the same sort of attitude.

”Confringo!” Tristan was expecting the spell to hit him full on. Instead, it hit next to him, but the force alone was enough to send him backwards. The impact had also caused his limbs to free, which he was thankful for the woman for. However, it was bad news for her. She may have had some ungodly strength, but he had fast reflexes and accurate wand movements. Surely he could knock her down before she knew what hit her. When he finally came to a stop, he instantly grabbed his wand from his pocket. ”Uh uh!” Tristan ignored her. He was tired of playing her little game. He raised his wand up and pointed it at her. It was hard not to go ahead and send a curse flying her way. She was holding herself in such high regards that it sickened him. ”Lower that damn wand. Now.” He swallowed nervously, but shook his head no. She didn’t like that. “No? So you really think it wise to go up against a woman like me? Do you know what I am? Have you not seen what I’ve done?” Other than that fact that they caused destruction wherever they went, the other thing Tristan hated about DeathEaters was that all thought they were Merlin’s gift to the world. That combined with whatever the hell she was made the woman think that everyone needed to bow down to her. He couldn’t deny what she had started. She and the woman she was fighting had single-handedly been responsible for the most costly clean-up the Austrian Ministry had probably even seen. He was perfectly aware of what she had done and how things at the office were going to make going to work even more less enjoyable than it normally was.

“Don’t flatter yourself.” It was bold. Tristan knew that from the minute her smile disappeared. ”Excuse me?” Her smile was replaced with his own. Despite lying, a woman like her didn’t like her handiwork being insulted, especially not one of this magnitude. ”I’ve seen better.” Even he was surprised that the insult left his mouth. He had only had a taste of what she was capable of doing and yet here he was, taunting her for more. ”Have you now?” His grip tightened on his wand. She was a woman who wore her emotions on her sleeve. In the few minutes she had targeted him, Tristan had seen an array of emotions written all over her face. Those kinds were the worst. Though you had an idea of what was going through their mind, it still couldn’t prepare you for whatever came next. In this instance however, he had an idea. Her entire body was quivering. She looked like she wanted nothing more than to kill him. “Well, I guess I’m just to have to outdo whatever it is that takes precedence to this.” He would have had to have been a complete idiot to not be aware of what was going to happen next.

”AVADA KEDAVRA!”

Tristan had only been on the brink of death once. And that, naturally, had been caused by Ashton. He had remembered everything going dark. When a light finally appeared a good distance away from him, he felt compelled to walk towards it. While he did so, flashbacks from important moments in his life played on either side of him. It was the strangest thing he had ever witnessed and had promised himself to never allow it to happen again. He was still young. He had so much to give to the world and see what it had to give him. This time was different though. Instead of the darkness, everything stopped. The only thing that was moving was the dark green light slowly coming for him. Tristan tried to move, but he couldn’t. Like what had happened to him earlier, his feet were stuck to the ground. Visibly, he showed resilience. Internally, he was freaking out. He was getting ready to die and there was nothing he could do about it. Looking around, everyone was caught frozen in whatever they had been doing before the women had yelled out the killing curse. A pair off the side had their hands around each other’s throats. Smoke covered a figure on the ground while a hooded one stood over it. A child running towards the door. Suddenly, he wanted the spell to hit him. Tristan didn’t want to be stuck in this anymore. The spell continued moving at a sluggish pace. He wanted to run forward and let it hit him. Anything to take him out of this twilight zone. A noise from the side of him caught his attention. Looking to his left, he saw someone running towards him. It was perplexing. How was it that everything in this trance had stopped except for this stranger? They kept running and as they got closer, he saw bloody bare feet. The spell was only inches away from him now. Death would be any second.

But it never came. Things abruptly started moving again. A familiar head of brown hair went sailing past him. It was Keara. Tristan’s eyes widened. She had been the stranger running towards him. She had jumped in front of him. And she had taken the woman’s spell. For him. Her body fell to the floor. He wanted to run over her, cradle her lifeless form into his arms before finding some way to kill the woman who had killed Keara. His body wouldn’t let him. Perhaps it was the shock that a woman had taken a killing curse for him, or that he was positive he had just seen Keara’s arm move, but he stood there looking dumbfounded. Then something happened that Tristan would never have expected in a million years. Keara lifted herself from the ground. How the hell was that possible? No one could survive a killing curse. There had been that kid many years ago, but he was the only known survivor. It wasn’t possible. This had to be some sort of dream. Tristan had been killed and his mind was playing tricks on him to try and ease him into death. Yet everything around him was exactly as it had been before the spell had left the woman’s mouth. The sound of destruction and spells going every which way was still deafening. People were still fighting. He could have sworn he just heard the spell to conjure the Dark Mark. Would his mind really be strong enough to portray this vivid of a hallucination? Something in him was telling him no. All of this was still real. He was still alive and Keara had just gotten up from being hit with the killing curse. A black spot on her shirt near her stomach had confirmed that she had taken it. She wasn’t looking at him, instead keeping her eyes fixed on the angry growl that had come from behind him.

”I said to stay away from him.” As his eyes scanned Keara, he suddenly noticed how pale her skin actually was. Tristan had always compared her to a porcelain doll, but she looked nothing of the sort now. The muscles she had stood out. Her eyes were blazing with the red that he normally only saw traces of. It was like she was a completely different person altogether. It was when his eyes landed on her exposed teeth though that he felt like he had just been hit by a muggle truck. She had fangs. Everything quickly added up. The skin, the eyes, the muscles, the teeth, her inability to die. Tristan understood what the woman had meant by her kind. Keara, his girlfriend who could have been one of Zeus’ goddesses, was a vampire.

[Ashton Wentworth]

He watched as his spell left his wand, floating out into the open air, its light illuminating a path through the dust in the air. He prayed that it would hit the man right in hi smug face, and that he would know that it was for what he had done to Kaydence. He stood stark still as he waited for the impact, only it never ended up coming, it was stopped in it’s trajectory path about half way through, it flickered once before dying out into the abyss. His eyes widened in surprise, what had happened? He couldn’t explain why the spell hadn’t worked, he knew that the man should have been caught off guard, and yet it was blocked? His eyes struggled to see what the source was, stopping whenever he saw a man that looked extraordinarily pleased with himself, he was shorter than Ashton was, by a lot, and had some very troll like features. His eyes widened knowing that he had had been the one to stop the spell. They were talking now, he didn’t know the man, and he certainly wasn’t on the most wanted list. So what was he doing here? He had to have some sort of role in this war that he needed to know about. He lifted his wand again and began to advance on them once more, pausing on the way to stop a couple spells. He was being forced to get side tracked. Casting a wistful glance at the pair that he knew he was going to need to take care of, and turned his attention to a small family, sobbing uncontrollably in the corner, their eleven year old daughter huddled between their bodies. They were very lucky indeed that they had not been harmed other than the fact that the husband had some boils on his face, no doubt from a curse he took to defend his family. It was the honorable thing to do. Casting a bubble shield around the three, he was surprised how much people seemed to forget whenever they were under pressure. Simple defensive spells were easy to maintain, and yet everybody seemed to just panic instead. Holding out his badge to the people, the mother latched onto his chest instantly, screaming about her baby and her husband. He assumed that they had been in the bank to pull out money for school books for the oncoming term. People had been still going about life as normal, assuming that the school was going to open on time, but with this outburst, he wasn’t sure that was going to happen after all. Grasping the man by the wrist who in turn scooped up his petrified teenager, and followed Ashton to the door, he was holding the bubble in place, and it was being hit periodically hit by spells of various colors along the way. He pushed them out of the door, into the arms of a man wearing scrubs. That was good news, it meant that the healers were finally here and helping to scoop up the damage.

He wanted to see them off, he wanted to make sure that they were alright, but there were still too many people in the bank. It wasn’t going to be structurally sound for much longer. Darting back inside the building, he coughed once; being a smoker for the majority of his life made his lungs impervious to most forms of smoke and toxins, since he pumped them into his system rather regularly, but this was getting to be too thick for even him. He strained his eyes and started to head back into the direction that he had come from, pushing through the rubble, stopping spells as he could along the way, hoping that it just might save a few lives. He couldn’t help but think how different this whole thing was from the training scenarios that he had run countless times over the years. His constant fighting was just about the only thing that could have possibly prepared him for this sort of chaos, and his gritty need to survive. He was nearing them, just in time to see that the troll man was no longer in site. The man saw him too, and began heading toward him, Ashton had hardly had time to lift his wand before the beam of golden light hit him on the shoulder, sending him flying back once again. Making this the second time this ma had been treating him like a rag doll. Grimacing, he attempted to brace himself for impact, but it did no good, he heard something snap, and there was a sharp pain somewhere in his body, but the ropes that were sneaking all over his body, it was horrible, it was like is ribs were threatening to crack under the pressure, and it was becoming almost impossible to even breath. The quick, shallow breaths that he was managing to force into his body, was just as quickly forced right back out by the ever tightening of his binds. He almost felt bad for doing something similar to this to Tristan only moments ago, he wondered what the man would say no that the possible Dark Lord was about to murder him, or worse. He imagined the look of shock that Tristan would have once he was forced to realize that he was once again, wrong about everything. It was a good thought, helping to lessen the pain that was growing in his body. The ropes were cutting into his skin, much tighter and they were going to liquefy him. Then he would be out of the fight for good, he didn’t think he would die, the healers would see to that, but he would be forced to quit, and that just wasn’t an option. His struggles were growing less as he couldn’t move much anymore. He wished he had his wand, or that there was anybody around to help him. Yet, he was alone on this. “In a battle like this Wentworth,” He was shooting daggers out of his eyes as the man bent down to steal his wand. He wished he could kick the thing out of his hands, snap it in half, anything to keep him from getting it. Yet, he was helpless. It was a miserable feeling. “it’s vital to keep your wand on you at all times. You never know whose hands it might wind up in.” He spat on the shoes of the man, since that was literally the only thing that he was able to do right now, in response, more ropes found there way around his neck. The skin had finally lost the red tint from the first time he had been choked, and now they were about to come right back. His eyes narrowed, and renewed his struggles in a vain hope that something might make a difference. “MORSMORDE!” His eyes widened, his body froze. He really was the Dark Lord that had been the reason he had wound up in the hospital for so long, the reason that Georgie had lost their first attempt at life. Fury like nothing he had ever felt before filled every fiber of his being, now he was going to be under fire himself because the bastard had used his wand to do his dirty work.

“For your sake I hope your friends don’t find what wand cast that spell. Might raise a few eyebrows.” his eyes followed his wand, attempting to spot where it had landed and hoping that nobody was going to step on it, he didn’t know much wandless magic and it was going to be impossible for him to stop all of this without it. That was, if he ever got out of these binds. He hated to admit it, but Tristan was his only real hope, and as far as he knew, that man was in the same position he was in right now. Swearing as the Dark Lord walked away from him. He knew his skin was bruised, much more rubbing and the blood that was pooling under the surface of his skin was going to come bursting through, making a mess of anything and he was going to have no choice but to go and get healed. There were fresh screams coming outside, any progress that the Ministry had to have done containing and emptying the alley of people no doubt was reversed now, the morbid fascination was going to kick in and people were going to storm the lines, wanting to get closer to the bank, people were going to get more violent out of fear. He could only imagine that what was happening out there was nearly as bad, if not worse than what was happening in here. He could only hope that the officials would be able to round up a good handful or two of the Death Eaters as they made their way out of the bank to leave. If not, he wasn’t sure what good that was going to come of today, things were going to be impossible enough tomorrow assuming that he did find a way to live through this.. He was about to pass out from a lack of proper air getting to his brain whenever a figure appeared above his head. It was Kaydence, she had come to rescue him, he was filled with a mixture of emotion. While he was undoubtedly going to be grateful to e out of the hoped, he needed to get back to work. He couldn’t talk because his vocal chords were cut off by the ropes, so all he was going to have was his eyes to communicate with her. She looked so wonderful, he was thankful that she wasn’t hurt. He didn’t want her to die, even if she had betrayed him on the deepest level. Yet, she still looked like the girl that he had been pursuing for the longest time, his eyes couldn’t leave her cheek, it was a small cut, but it was swollen and angry. He wanted to touch it, to kiss her softly to make it feel better. Yet, he also wanted to slap her on that cheek because he knew even less about her than he had thought that he did in the first place. He knew that she had just saved him from somebody, and was about to free him which he would be thankful for, but then he was really going to owe her, and he didn’t like to owe anybody anything. Much less her, who had been fraternizing with the Dark Lord, that fact that he was upset with her over something meant nothing to him.

Whenever the spell was lifted, he felt her fingers brush over his arm, he wasn’t able to move at first because of the lack of blood, and the large amounts that were now flooding all over the place and reviving his limbs. He managed to rub his hands together, and massage a little life into them. He forced himself slowly into a sitting position and stared her right in the eyes. His body would still work, he could tell that now. He was sure that something was broken, but he couldn’t feel it yet, and was going to operate on the assumption that he was alright until he did manage to see a healer and let his body relax enough to feel pain. Whenever that moment came, he had no doubt in his mind it was going to be overwhelming. Looking at her now, the hurt he had felt earlier threatened to surface, and he needed every ounce of anger to carry him through the rest of the day, to keep him functioning. Her eyes pleaded for him to just let her go, but he knew that wasn’t going to happen, not at least until he managed to get some answers from her. He knew that was going to have to happen very soon. “You don’t understand anything,” Her words had so many possible meanings, and he didn’t have time to dwell on them, she was already making her way back into the smoke. He was waiting for the blood to go back to his feet, ”Accio wand!” he held out his hand in the direction it had been tossed, and thankfully, the wand came soaring back to him and landed in the palm of his hand. Wrapping his fingers around the handle the forced himself to his feet, he was going to have to be wordless from now on, he was lucky to get those words out clearly, he was wheezing, his throat was certainly damaged. He was going to have to focus on her words later. Most of the civilians seemed to be out of the bank by now, it was just the good and bad agents from what he could tell. Every time that he stepped over a hooded body on the floor, he was growing intensely happy. He couldn’t stop to look at the faces of the fallen people, he needed to find something useful to do with himself. He needed to find Isis. He was going to be the one to take her out, he would have no other option. Whenever he did finally spot Isis, it was like she, and the two people next to her were in slow motion, he managed to hear her cast the killing curse, and then watch as it his Natalie square in the chest and all of the pieces seemed to fall into place. Whenever she had turned him down, it was because she was dating Tristan, who obviously didn’t know what she was. Hell, Ashton had his suspicions, and they were being confirmed for him right now, all the things that he ad done while in her company that he normally wouldn’t have done was because she was using some supernatural hypnotism on him. She had seemed so normal; she had been decent enough company. His eyes widened as he watched her take the curse to her chest, and for some reason all he could think of was how her name was certainly not Natalie. Women. Was there an honest one among them? Regardless of how unhappy it was going to make Tristan, in fact that would just be an added bonus. Natalie, or whatever her name was, was now very much on his hit list. He didn’t know what happened to the girl that had knocked him into the building was up to, he couldn’t see her right off the bat. He begun to make his way over to the trio, their little personal Drama was going to have to wait.

[shawnj]

Smoke was flooding everywhere from the collapsed building, small fires still burning within the rubble along with embers from fires that had already burned out. Though the smoke was less than it had been before, the stray spells that hit the buildings and ground around him was actually throwing dust into the air which was just as bad as the smoke. Shawn was inhaling quite a large amount of the mixture as he fought but he was pushing all thoughts of that aside and trying to focus on those that were stuck in the alley defenseless. He was first and foremost there to help out the extraction team and allow them to get people to safety, but he was also there to help the first wave contain the battle. As he sent another DeathEater soaring across the alley and into another, he turned around to see how the progress was going. Most of the people that had been caught in the buildings had already been removed and that included the dead among the rubble. St. Everdine’s healers were arriving as he looked around, assisting with wounded Aurors and carting off the injured to the hospital to be taken care of.

One approached him due to the cut he had received on his arm when he had first arrived and a DeathEater had taken a jab at him with a stunning spell. Shawn was able to protect himself but the man had played dirty and had come around to the side of him, sending him into the side of a sign for the local bookshop. That cut had been the reminder that this was not training camp nor was this just another day on the job. He was not going to be able to just reverse a spell or send a trainee flying. Shawn was finding himself faced with people who didn’t care about fighting fair; they took out all of the stops and if that meant taking someone down from behind, they would do it. From that moment on, he had kept that in mind and decided the only way to keep up with them was to fight dirty himself. Granted, he still followed by Ministry guidelines and his own as well. He was never fond of killing people, just making it so they could be taken into custody for questioning. Sure enough, a few that he had stunned were already apparated back to the Ministry by the interrogation team in an attempt to get some information about what was happening.

As he sent the healer away to take care of another Auror who had been injured worse, Shawn realized that he was no longer needed outside. The fight was being relatively contained and most of the civilians had already been removed from the location. Since his main duty was nearly complete and the rest of the second wave was working on removing the remaining civilians, Shawn decided that he would be more useful if he were to go inside and help out with containment of the fight. Dodging another stunning spell and returning it to the caster, Shawn ran in the direction of the marble steps. Never in his life had he seen Gringott’s in such disarray. The marble steps were tretcherous, portions of them missing or crumbled so when a person walked on it, the step nearly dissolved in a fine powder. The structure of the building wasn’t in much better shape either. The large marble columns that held up the covering of the steps were damaged, making it a ticking timebomb until the entire thing tried to collapse which would block the entrance. Along with it, everyone would be trapped inside with the bulk of the Ministry outside. It would take a lot to get that large piece of stone moved. However, deciding that at this point it was stable enough to not have to take immediate action, Shawn ran right up the stairs, attempting to use the one’s that looked the most stable, and in through the damaged entrance.

The view inside was just as terrible as the view outside, if not worse. It seemed like the most of the smoke from the building had come inside the bank and on top of that, most of the marble dust was in the air as well. The chandelier was shattered across the floor, leaving pieces of glass everywhere and most of the goblin desks were damaged if not missing. The place was torn into pieces and there was not much that could be done but to try and stop the fight before it got any worse. As if the situation could not get much worse, he heard the spell being cast for the Dark Mark to appear above the bank. The Ministry was going to get plenty of flack about this attack, as if they hadn’t gotten enough after the last event. Granted, Shawn was lucky. He hadn’t been working for the Austrian government when the last attack had happened, but he was sure he would be hearing a lot about this one. He wouldn’t really have it any other way, however. This was what he lived for: helping people, taking down those who thought they should rule the world. Now he just had to put his ambitions into action.

Glancing around the room, Shawn tried to determine the most advantageous fight for him to take over. In his current view, he was unable to see past the smoke so he decided to duck past a few fights to see if he could get a better vantage point. From outside, he could hear another loud bang, making part of the room shake. He had just come from there and there was nothing major happening that could cause that, which meant that more people had come into the fray. He was about to make the move to go back outside and help where he was needed, but that was when his eyes fell on a particular group of females. Two seemed like they were each injured and very angry. The blonde had her arm outstretched with the Dark Mark fairly apparent on her pale skin, even from where he was standing. He only managed to catch a glimpse of the mark on the other female considering her arm was tucked at her side. The third one was on the floor, writhing in pain. Though he had no idea the actual curse used, the cruciatus curse was the most probable culprit with the way the girl was reacting. Two on one was never a fair game and he despised people who did such things so he chose to leave the outside battle to the rest of the Auror’s outside and instead focus on these girls. He began to make his way in their direction, hoping that he could get there before they got to do much worse to the poor woman. One of the females had turned away and was now walking over to a man who was bound in ropes. He squinted through the smoke but could not make out who it was. Deciding it wasn’t worth his time, he turned his attention back to the female on the floor. When the curse was released, the other female decided to come back to the fight and join in on the fun. Her choice had been the imperius curse.

The idea she had come up with was juvenile but still upsetting nonetheless. Shawn sent a stunning spell in their direction as he approached, running. The spell hit the one who had just cast the spell, causing the curse to break on impact. He ran to the side of the girl who had just been cursed and raised his wand in the directions of the two DeathEaters. “You should get out of here. Let me handle these two. You’ve done enough,” he said, offering her a smile before stepping in front of her. “Hello, ladies. Why don’t you just make this easy on all of us and just turn yourselves in?”

[Centara Zealon]

The blow Centara had dealt to Isis’ knee was obviously enough to get the wolf upset. “Do you actually know how to fight without taking such cheap shots?” Centara could only chuckle at the idea of cheap shots. In fact, she did pretty much do whatever she wanted in a fight. It did not make much sense for a vampire to fight clean, especially when all she wanted to do at this point was kill this wolf. In the beginning, it had been much like a game, to see how much she could harm the wolf without getting harmed herself. The only other battle she had been in with a wolf was with Diego in Transylvania. That had ended in her small, two inch long scar on her upper arm that was hardly noticeable due to a concealment charm. She had been focused on redeeming herself ever since and Isis had been the prime target for doing such a thing.

The games had ended a while back when she had realized that it was not going to be so easy, but every time she tried to deliver the final blow, Isis had recovered and gotten the best of her once again. This was no exception. The next moment, Centara wasn’t quite sure how, but Isis had sent her flying across the room. No matter how she tried to land on her feet, it had failed due to her slamming into the wall instead. She muffled a shriek as the makeshift stitches she had done only moments ago split right back open, her shoulder tearing right with it. She cursed her father for not teacher her proper healing techniques for battle, but then again she had annexed him from the house before he even had the opportunity. That was fifth year training and she had denied him as a father since third year. Instead, she had to learn the simple things such as healing a shallow wound and using simple stitches to close a small wound. She hadn’t cared to learn much more due to her fast healing abilities, but at this moment she was wishing she had learned some more.

After getting over the throbbing pain in her arm, Cen pushed herself out of the marble, only to find herself on her hands and knees. Her head was swimming with the hit. If only Isis could see her now. The wolf had finally broken the vampire completely. Centara tried to push herself to a standing position but her head and arm agreed that she wasn’t allowed to move so she fell back against the wall and slid down to the floor, a blood trail following her the entire way down. “Damnit,” she muttered, putting her head in her hand of her uninjured arm. Never before had she been in this much pain, with the exception of being sired. That pain had been the worst a person could ever feel. This paled in comparison to having your blood drained nearly completely from your body. Never before had she been in a battle where she wasn’t the obvious winner. Isis had the upper hand too many times in this battle and she was obviously winning out of everything. No matter if Cen had managed to drive a good attack into the woman’s knee, it would only matter for a small amount of time and Isis was still able to attack. How could she get so far behind in this battle and not even realize it? Apparently, it had become time for an ego check. The entire time she had been egging on the battle, asking for more punishment when she couldn’t deal out the same amount. She had been so blinded by the idea of killing the werewolf who had turned her sister that she didn’t even realize how idiotic she had been for not taking care of her the first opportunity she had. Instead, she had played games in the beginning and allowed Isis to gain the upper hand.

No matter how much she hated to admit it, she was not perfect and definitely not invincible. If anything proved that, it was the current battle she found herself in. Groaning, Centara used the wall to make her way onto her feet. Her wound was still throbbing, but she knew exactly what needed to be done. Keara had told her in the past that she was too unfocused and too cocky to win any fight and she hadn’t believed it. Now she was starting to understand where she had gone wrong. It was time to check her ego at the door and fight smart, not strong because obviously strength was getting her nowhere. She allowed herself to move from the wall for a moment but her head decided that she was in no condition to do such a thing and she fell backwards hard onto the marble, causing her to wince as more blood flowed from her shoulder. She was a wreck. Reaching her hand around to her back, she felt the area where the wound was. The cut was just as deep as it had been before she had healed it. Her attempts were futile. Time was what she needed in order to let this wound heal. Without time, Isis was definitely going to get the best of her again.

[Adonis Maddock]

There was more than enough happening in this small space to keep him occupied for a very long time, now that he had introduced himself properly, he felt confidant that he had gotten his point across well enough for the time being. He wasn't surprised that Darren didn't shake his hand, that had been a foolish oversight on his part. He should have known better, calculated his introduction better. He was just going to have to make up for it with his next few actions. There were people attempting to get themselves into the building, he assumed that they had to be either healers or more ministry officials. He laughed softly to himself, why was it that they kept sending in lambs for the slaughter. Stopping, he rolled up the sleeves of his rapidly dirtying white shirt until they were firmly around his elbows. Holding out his wand like a conductor, He spotted two men with their hands around each others necks, levitating one off of the ground he forced the man to be thrust into his opponent, both of them knocking their skulls together they fell backwards onto the ground, hitting their heads for the second time. They looked to be civilians, so he didn't focus on whether or not they were still breathing and didn't add them to the running Talley of dead Ministry Officials in his head. He blasted away a desk that was acting as a safe haven to a bunch of teenagers, who promptly scattered like roaches. Luckily for them, most of them seemed to make it out of the door and tripped down the steps. Shrieking loudly at the sight of whatever was outside, he didn't flinch at the sound of a loud explosion coming from outside, but it certainly did hurt his ears. Moving closer to the entrance he was attempting to see amongst the rubble, wishing that he had some sort of smoke clearing goggles. Turning his attention toward a pillar that was exploding he ducked.

That's when he spotted her, resting up against one of the still in tact walls left. His eyes widened in surprise. It was like the fight had left her body, nobody was paying attention to her any longer, he wondered why that was. She had seemed like such a formidable opponent before, and to be disregard like this seemed below her. He squatted down, hidden from view. His body blocked by the remnants of a pillar that was missing it's upper half. He waited for her to rise, to go and exact her revenge upon the woman who annoyed her. From the looks of her, she should be able to hold whatever power she should want. His thoughts were boarding on obsessive, and he didn't mind in one bit. He certainly had time for a side project while he was in town. The majority of her torso was covered in blood, he could see that the wound in her shoulder was open again, he wasn't surprised given that it had been hastily stitched earlier. He wanted her to fix the issue herself again, he was waiting for her to do something marvelous once more, but he wasn't seeing her do anything but struggling to breath. He saw her fall, and was disappointed. He might not know her, but he knew her well enough to know she was stronger than that, women didn't often draw his attention often, so he knew that those few who did must have something extraordinary about them.

“Damnit,” He saw her lips move, and his eyes darted up to the blood trail that she had left on the wall, she was going to need some help with that shoulder if she was going to get back into motion. Shaking his head he lifted himself to a standing position and began making his way toward her, blocking spells from hitting him on the way, and squatted down again about a foot away from her body, just enough that if she were to lung at him, he could fall backward and out of her way. He watched her head in her hands, wondering if she would feel his presence yet, or if she was too wrapped up in her own thing. His head tilted to the side, examining her, she was even more exquisite up close than she was from a distance. Even covered in rubble as she was, she was stunning. He smiled. "Get Up" he said it softly, hoping that her wonderful ears would pick up on his voice and know that he was no threat to her. He wanted to acquire her, and wondered if she was perhaps even on the same side that he was hoping to align himself with. He glanced in the direction of whatever pitiful heartfelt display that the werewolf and other vampire were partaking in at his moment. Slowly, his head rolled back to the girl and he forced a smile, wanting very much to be right about her. "You're not done" putting his hands on his knees and pushing himself to a standing position, he watched as she groaned, and started to rise to her feet.

He moved over to the side of her body, glancing over to see the wound on her shoulder, he smiled at the sight of the amounts of blood even if he shouldn't. He always had a morbid interest in all things deadly and occult. He reached a hand out to touch his shoulder before she could know what he was doing, his finger coming back wet with her blood. It was horribly invasive and most inappropriate, but he needed to gauge the depth of her wound for himself if he was to heal it in any way. Recoiling his hand he glanced at his finger, wondering what might happen if he consumed the blood, he had heard people doing strange things in order to get their hands on even an ounce of vampire blood. Instead, he wiped it on his already dirty trousers until it came away clean. Normally, the idea of doing something like that would have repulsed him, being dirty in that manor, but desperate times called for desperate measures. Side stepping her and taking complete advantage of her pain, he pressed the tip of his wand into the wound, not caring if she protested, and muttered a simple spell, pulling his wand out of the wound as it healed far quicker than if her body wasn't helping it along. Dropping his wand to his side he smiled once in her direction, as if to tell her this was not going to be the last she heard from him. "I will expect great things from you now" his tone was serious, there was no hint of joking, it was very dry. He cleaned the tip of his wand and turned to walk away.

[Kaydence Morgan]

Kaydence had only used the unforgivables a couple of times in her life. The first times had been during DE Training. Poor Evan had been victim to one or two of them at the hands of both her and Darren. She had felt horrible for torturing her then boyfriend, but couldn’t deny how exhilarated conjuring them made her feel. It was really a feeling like no other. You didn’t have to have muscle or brains equivalent to a professor at Galaxia to cast them. You had someone’s life in your hands to do with as you wish. You could make them suffer an unbearable pain for however long you wanted them to. You could force them to do damage to themselves or others and control every single move they made. Or, if you were more sinister, take their life. Having mastered two out of the three, Kaydence could understand how someone could get addicted to them. They were like drugs. Once you got a taste, you wanted more. You constantly needed the fix and nothing was ever good enough to replace the feeling the actual thing gave you. She had even heard that some DeathEaters were only in the game to satisfy their craving for it. She had no idea how Cammie felt when she had cast the Cruciatius on her previously, but watching Erin run at the highest speed her little legs could carry her because of her doing was invigorating. It was a sadistic stress relief from everything that was going on around her.

Things were so hectic that the last thing Kaydence expected was to be interrupted. Erin was only a foot away from the wall when she felt something hit her side. Instantly she was knocked off her feet which resulted in her concentration being broken and the girl stopping before she had the chance to seriously do damage to herself. She fell to the ground with a loud thud. Her head was spinning so much that she doubted she could stand if she even tried. She had only been hit with a stunning spell one other time in her life and hadn’t been a fan of it then either. It didn’t help matters that she was still reeling from the events with Darren and Ashton that had happened earlier. It seemed like every time Kaydence got the chance to get back on her feet she was just knocked over again. She was tired of it. The feeling that had been present in her body before cursing Erin was starting to let itself be known once more. It had never left. It had simply taken cover waiting for her to get angry enough to take control of her. The longer she thought about how nothing seemed to be going right for her in this battle, the larger it grew. This time, however, the animosity was worse, Though she wouldn’t know why until she saw who it was that had hit her.

“Hello, ladies. Why don’t you just make this easy on all of us and just turn yourselves in?”

She didn’t have to see who was speaking to know that it was a Ministry official. This was the icing on top of the cake. Looking down to her arm Kaydence could make out the weaving black blur continue to silently make its way in and out of the bigger mass that she was knew was the skull. She remembered how she once looked at the mark with adoration and pride. She had been such a different person a few years ago. It amazed her how much time had changed her. While she still kept certain traits and qualities about herself, she looked at so many things differently now. Once, she had been so headstrong and eager to join her brother is ridding the world of those with impure blood. Kaydence was still headstrong, but her priorities in life had changed. Her priority was knocking Darren out of his position of power. She didn’t feel the need to go scoping out half-bloods from pure bloods. In all actuality, she would have been content spending the rest of her days in a country where her biggest worry was whether her favorite store was going to be open on a holiday. She wanted to settle down in a few years and start a family, far away from her family or anyone who had ever done her harm in the past. The mark didn’t define her anymore. It was a nuisance. A reminder of a life she had been dismissed from.

Whether Kaydence liked it or not though, it often tried to overcome her. There had been many instances in her travels where it had called to her. Whenever she found herself in a situation she was unsure of how to react to, it sent thoughts to her brain reminding her of how she would have dealt with the issue way back when. Anytime a man got too fresh or a woman insisted on hassling her out of pure jealousy, the hidden mark always had an answer. At times, it had been hard to control. Once out in the streets of Amsterdam, she nearly had to turn her wand on herself to prevent casting a Cruciatius on some idiot that had been following her all day. The other side of her, the one fighting the evil, usually fought back, reminding her not to cause a spectacle in such a public place. If she was trying to avoid her brother’s radar, then she had no choice but to control herself. Kaydence knew that however long she had the tattoo on her arm she would never be able to permanently rid herself of the impure thoughts and temptations that had once controlled her life. It would always find some way to interject and question her rationalization. She despised it. All she wanted was to be able to deal with situations on her own and not attempted to be swayed by the memories from a bloody tattoo that she couldn’t even see unless she lifted the concealment charm that she had mastered sticking.

As the room finally began to settle down Kaydence felt strong enough to stand on her own. There was no way in hell that she was about to turn herself in. Besides cursing Emerald, she hadn’t even done anything equivalent to what Isis, Centara and her brother had done. Why should she and Cammie be held responsible for their doings? Unfortunately for them, the marks on their arms were all Ministry officials needed to question them. “You and what army?” she asked, when she had fully risen from the ground. “It seems like your comrades are a little busy dying at the hands of the Dark Lord.” This time Kaydence didn’t even get a chance to protest against the mark consuming her. It just was. Grabbing her wand, she glared at the man. “If you expect to walk out of this alive, I suggest you leave me and my friend here alone.” Ministry officials tended not to take too kindly to their lives being threatened, especially by suspected and known DeathEaters. But she couldn’t stop herself. She was slowly being possessed. She briefly looked over to Cammie, wishing the girl would be able to stop her, but there was nothing on her face other than an evil grin. It may have been out of the norm behavior, but her friend wouldn’t be any help. Cammie had suffered just as much, if not more, than she had since this thing had started. She couldn’t have been in any sort of mental state to urge her to back off.

The demon sent a spell whizzing past the Ministry man’s head. “That was a warning,” it said to him, holding tighter onto her wand, “get out of here.” But the man didn’t listen. Instead, the smirk on his face turned to a frown and he raised his own wand. ”Impedimenta!” Kaydence didn’t get the chance to react. The spell hit her full force causing her to fly backwards and into the closest wall. Her body slumped to the floor. The wall she had been sent flying into had cracks lining its exterior, waiting for just the right moment to collapse. She had been the right moment. As soon as her body landed on the floor marble slabs began dropping and a particularly large one landed on top of her left leg. The pain was a deep ache, like a headache that had been pulsating for hours on end. It didn’t feel like it was broken, but there was enough pain to suggest that something in her leg had been injured. Kaydence screamed as the demon finally allowed her to regain control of her body. Frantically, she began shifting through small piles of the marble to get to her injury. Looking off to the side, her eyes widened as she saw the official advancing on her. She needed to free herself and find some way to escape. She was no longer good in this battle if she had a bum leg. Plus if the official got to her incarceration was inevitable. Ashton would in no way be able to help her out with that one. Turning her attention back to the rubble, she had found the edge to the mass on her limb.

Grunting, she did her best to push at it, but it was to no avail. Just as she had shifted it a little another piece of rubble fell right on top of it forcing its weight to bear down on her again. Another scream left her mouth as the pain shot up the entire left side of her body. Things didn't look good.