Beginning of the end?

Protect the others from the werewolf attack. Well, she's been doing that. She turned her eyes away, at her family, that approached here. She didn't hate Elldir like most of them did. He hasn't done anything to her, so she saw no reason to scratch his eyes off.
And there was Khaat. Miseria's eyes widened when she first saw her huge belly. Yes, she knew that her mother was pregnant, but she never would've guessed that this time, her child was going to be... bigger?

Then, she heard another loud voice. Lucius Malfoy. She growled angrily when she saw one little girl getting hit with a killing curse. Spiders were annoying, but there was nothing she could do. No wand and that also meant to spells for her. How annoying.
Little spiders that came closer to her, were soon smashed. She never hated those little creatures, but she never loved them either.

Was she the only one who heard a scream from a girl? She saw a death eater leaving a student trapped in gigantic grass. I'll be back... she only told them, though, again no one could hear her. Then she ran off, reaching the girl. The grass was... well... huge.
The grass didn't even smell good. Usually dogs like grass, but not this one.
She sniffed it, finding soon Kaily's face. Her head was bounded by huge branches. She had to move fast if she wanted to save atleast One life. Fast, she started to tear those branches with her claws, making sure that she wouldn't scratch the girl. She used her fangs to bite them off, trying, atleast, free her face from the branches so that she could breathe.

When she was done with the vines, she started biting the branches that were holding both her hands and legs. For the first time the grass tasted more than disgusting.

This was the sort of carnage Athena fantasised about and now it was here on her doorstep. It was a test for her – or at least that’s what she believed – and Athena had a feeling that if she could keep her nerve and survive then she would be able to do the same no matter what the battle. Her part in this was precarious, though. If the Order were to win then she would have to leave the castle immediately. She was prepared to do that – she had nothing at Hogwarts that could not easily be replaced. Valuables were to be kept at home always; a rule that she was now grateful for. She knew that perhaps that wasn’t the way her father wanted that rule to be useful but it was now and that was how it was going to remain. Everything valuable had to remain at the manor – the first and last permanent residence for Athena Marianne Goyle.

So now, all she had to do was focus.

Throwing her eyes around the field, Athena only saw one recent hindrance and that was that bloody squid. She’d hated that thing since well before she’d entered Hogwarts and so now, in the midst of battle, was her chance to deal with it.

Athena’s mouth curved into a smirk and she bolted forward, sprinting down the embankment towards the lake. Her wand was more or less set on Auto-Killing-Curse because the spiders in her path were dropping like flies. She finally reached the lake and pointed her wand at the water. She pulled it back, her eyes following the shadow of the creature, before whipping it forward again, shouting, “SECTUMSEMPRA!” In that moment, she thanked Severus Snape for his aid – knowing that he was probably rolling around in his grave by this point.

Athena realised though, that the spell had only really tickled the animal and so she understandably blanched when a tentacle shot out from the water towards her. Another cutting spell ripped the tentacle from the leviathan’s body and the subsequent levitation spell kept it in the air. Athena, with yet another smirk, whirled around. She released the tentacle mid-swing and watched with glee as it sailed towards the battle area – towards the Lupins at that blimp they had with them. Surely that woman wasn’t idiotic enough to be pregnant and present at a battle. Evidently though, she was. Athena hoped that she’d be killed.

Then, Athena turned her attention to the wolf biting at the vines that had encased one of the students. Athena broke into a sprint again, approaching the two. With her wand outstretched, Athena flicked her wrist and commanded the following spell of it, “Crucio!” – knowing that if the werewolf was properly distracted then it was a sure-hit.

(Mis! I am very sorry! xD Athena doesn't like werewolves full stop and knowing one is hindering the DE's irritates her so she's just going to torture Mis for a while. Is that okay? XD)

Jaquellene "Jack" Dyllan wrote:Jack looked at Michael and slowly lowered her wand, still glowering at Elldir, still sure that this was a mistake and that Elldir was a arrogant ass who was sure to turn on them. Letting out a exasperated sigh, she let her hand fall to her side. James Manson showed up- she had met him once in his store, and now he was releasing animals left and right.

"How can you be sure they won't mistake students as targets!" She yelled after him, but he was already going to Frank, helping pull a girl from the clutches of the spiders. "And werewolves. Most of the werewolves aren't on our side." She glanced over at Ari and nodded. They knew for sure they had one. Or at least, he was allied with her.

As Louis came up, Jack turned to him and bit her lip. She grabbed him by the shoulder and moved away from the battle. "Could you do me a huge favor? All these kids are just mucking up the battle. Could you get the good kids- the PA ad the neutrals- and get them into the school and into the Room of Requirement? Maybe see if Sam will help you. Hide them out there. If you feel your PA coin burn, that means use the Room as an evacuation point into the Hog's Head. Do you understand?"

Louis looked confused until Jack grabbed Louis by the shoulder and said, "Could you do me a huge favor? All these kids are just mucking up the battle. Could you get the good kids- the PA ad the neutrals- and get them into the school and into the Room of Requirement? Maybe see if Sam will help you. Hide them out there. If you feel your PA coin burn, that means use the Room as an evacuation point into the Hog's Head. Do you understand?" Louis would be more than glad to take it but last time they didn´t listen to him. Louis felt a cold shiver and said.
"Yes Jack!" He yelled.

''You seem to have some intruders inside you'', Doyle commented to Khaat as he saw her. ''We could get rid of them easily'', he added, firing several spells forth. ''But, I shall have to excuse myself from here. This bickering is getting useless as we have to hinder those creatures from entering the castles. Well, we could do it with the Acromantulas and Werewolves too'', he said. He looked at the battlefield. He had to return to the castle, but he wouldn't leave without a bang. ''McCoy, head back. The castle is more important'', he shouted to his colleague who was fighting behind him. It was the symbol of his former House. ''And now, the big exit'', he said. He then twisted his wand and started creating fire. He had used the Fiendfyre spell several times before and it had always been useful. The fire transformed itself into a large Raven of fire. As it screeched, it attacked the Death Eaters, Doyle took advantage of the situation and started limping back to the school. The castle needed protection.

Jess pivotted on his right foot, a hissing jet of green light missing him by mere inches and slamming into the writhing form of car sized Acromantula, flipping it onto its back and killing it instantly, only to be replaced in battle by several more filling its place.

Looking around he was sickened by the sights of Students falling from spells, both fatal and non-fatal, and of Acromantulae, personally to him the most frightening creatures in the magical world, consuming the fighting people on the lawn.

Still, that was all a part of war, you didn't march into battle only to be turned away at the first sign of bloodshed, and to do so now would be disrespectful to almost anyone who had fallen in battle thus far.

"Lucius, order your people to throw down their wands and I will allow you all to leave peacefully," he shouted, noting his own numerical supremacy, it seemed that his offer was the most sensible one there, the Order had numerical supremacy, and it, in combination with PA and the Ministry was poised to utterly annihilate the amassed Death Eater army.

Of course however the offer was immediately blown out when a foolish fighter, the Headmaster by the looks of it, cast a rather powerful fiendfyre spell, reigning firey death down on the grounds, and onto the castle itself, spreading fire from the Gameskeeper's Hut to the Whomping willow along the border of the Forbidden forest, growing rapidly, and sending many more offshoots throughout the grounds.

Peering through the fast building levels of smoke beginning to cover the grounds in a slight, but steadily increasing haze Jess saw Doyle fleeing into the castle, trying hard to avoid his own mess. "Doyle," he shouted, sprinting across the grounds and pointing his wand at the Headmaster. "That was some powerful dark magic back there old man, lay down your wand and no one needs to get hurt," he ordered. No one had ever given him a definitive good or bad answer in regards to Doyle's allegiance, and while his intentions may always have been in favour of the students, but the use of such incredibly dark magic only provided the answer to his questions about where the man stood in the spectrum of things.

Battle was something Lauren had been hoping to avoid – simply because it made no sense. It seemed, however, as if the Death Eaters wanted a fight and so the Order were more than willing to oblige.

Lauren had Apparated into Hogsmeade, right into the Three Broomsticks where people were arming themselves and using the pub as a hub. Lauren ducked out of the door more or less straight away and sprinted up towards the grounds. It was a long way up the lane and she was an idiot for not pinching a broom from Quality Quidditch Supplies. Still, she made it there with good time and immediately found herself being attacked by spiders who wanted to make her their next meal. The redhead, however, was going to be no one’s lunch and so she used an array of curses to get the things away from her.

Lauren staggered forward, picking up a large branch that had been cursed off of one of the trees. The end was still smouldering and a few blows caught it on fire. Lauren flicked her wand at it and the head of the branch ignited. Pushing her wand behind her ear, Lauren twirled the branch before waving it at the spiders. The arachnids squealed and Lauren smirked before turning and waving it at the ones coming up from behind. She admittedly needed some help but she wasn’t going to call for it for fear of getting help from a Death Eater – or worse, her mother who was no doubt somewhere within the throng.

As her mother’s face came into her mind, Lauren’s concentration on the spiders was broken and she was thrown up in the air by one of the larger beasts. A blood-curdling scream erupted from her chest and she looked down to see the spiders gather in, ready to catch her. Lauren closed her eyes and threw her arm downwards, releasing the flaming branch for them to deal with. The spiders fled, leaving no one to catch Lauren. She hit the ground with a thud, her head hitting the ground. She groaned loudly and thought she saw a person looming over her; though she couldn’t be sure because before she had the chance to check, darkness engulfed her senses.

(Okay, this person can be anyone but let’s not kill Lauren shall we? Lol. Feel free to kidnap her though! ;D)

Angus saw the fire had detoured several of the spiders. That gave him a chance to go and see if the girl was still alive in the cocoon. The stupid vampire had left her. Doyle really did need to star using vertaserum in the hiring process. Wasn't he supposed to be some potions god or something? And how many double agents did he have under his roof? If he would stop being so insufferable lazy initially, it would allow him to be a lot lazier later. Or at least that was the way Angus saw it.

He made his way over to the cocoon, and used his wand and cut open the cocoon, hoping the young student inside was still alive, no thanks to her professor.

Fenrir, where are you? Ariel thought, the words in his mind emerging like a growl. The dog seemed to agree. This was a fight the pack would not want to miss out on yet they were absent. Ariel pawed at the ground in frustration. He didn’t care for the politics going on around him. He needed to deal with his sister. This was unnecessary carnage on her part – and on the part of the pack she’d found. Ariel knew where his pack was – vaguely. They were looming somewhere in the woods with the centaurs. Ariel cast a look at Jack before bolting towards the forest. The spiders needed cutting off at the source and the more werewolves around to deal with them the better. However, Ariel didn’t know which side his father would go for – knowing his past allegiances; it would be the Death Eaters. Maybe though, if Ariel was lucky, his father would actually listen to him.

Ariel broke the perimeter of the woods, continuing to shake off the spiders that wanted to go for a joy ride on his bag. Ariel weaved through the trees, his nose searching for a sign of Fenrir’s pack. Of course, when he got a visual of them, he began to slow, but not fast enough. Ariel ploughed into the long line of werewolves, causing many to growl and nigh on shriek in surprise. Ariel was dragged to his feet by one of the elder wolves and he was tossed before his father. Ariel looked up at the grey wolf and lowered his head. Fenrir’s voice appeared in his mind and Ariel looked up, meeting his father’s golden gaze. Ariel nodded in response to the question and Fenrir inclined his head. Two wolves shot out from the line and took off at a run towards the mouth of the forest.

Fenrir brought his paw up and placed it on Ariel’s forehead. Then, another four wolves shot out, joining their brothers who had gotten a head start. Ariel lifted his eyes again and licked his lips before pulling away from his Fenrir. He then turned and shot back to the mouth of the forest, flanked by Max and Gord. The three broke the forest and leapt into the spider mountain that had been created by the sprawling beasts. Claws came out, mouths opened and they dived into the sea of spiders. The squeals from the animals emerged immediately as they were thrown in the air. This would hopefully by the Order some time. Soon enough, the wolves could move on to the Death Eaters and the Dark Followers. They all had a thirst for blood, one that was going to be sated.

''You moron, my wand is inside my cane, if I lay it down, I can't stand'', he just shouted. He then stood. ''Khaat, you get inside, check what Wilson is doing in the Great Hall and start organizing a defense. Tell him I sent you, but I trust he is on good terms with you'', Doyle said, calmly and gave her a sign to go. He then turned to Jess Potter. ''I always knew that the Potter kid would leave idiots in charge of the Order, but I never imagined what kind of idiots. Dark Magic? If a fiery raven is what you consider to be Dark Magic then, my boy, I honestly hope you will not meet any bigger peril than that. I've said it to Wilson, and I trust you got the message directly, I do not care what you and that blond baboon do or what type of relationship you have, I am here to protect the people I am in charge of and the castle I am in charge of and I do not care about anything else. You can all go straight to hell, as far as I am concerned, but leave the children alone. You obviously have no idea what a war is and what consequences it could have. Of course you don't, you were not even born when I lost my friends and colleagues, but maybe I should just leave you to see how it is to see death. Now, I shan't bother myself with you anymore. You have Malfoy and Archer over there, I think they might be a far greater challenge than a crippled old man, and far more important. Do what you must, but stay away from the castle. Now, goodbye'', Doyle said in a serious tone, with a dose of sardonicism. He then turned around and started going back to the castle in the same pace he did. ''McCoy, hurry up!'', he shouted.

***

McCoy, upon hearing Doyle, fired several spells and started going back to the castle, catching up with Doyle very quickly.