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Hera 
Still feeling the sting where the fire had gotten her, Emily stole a glance at the damage, charcaol scorch marks decorated her left arm, it even looked as though the hair had been singed off.. the skin was blistering slightly. Gross... but that wasn't all. She looked down the length of her robes, she hadn't realised it had gotten her leg, the skin there was unharmed, though she could still feel the heat.
FOCUS!
.. Looking back ip at Brad they raised their wands in unison..
Maybe it was time to fight fire with fire.
"Confringo" ... as she said it, she heard Brad cast his... Sectumsempra... she was in for it now. This was it... he had her beat.
There was no time for her to react... the spell hit , slashing away at her. The searing pain engulfed her. But she remained standing.. swaying slightly, but standing, wand still clutched in her hand. She could feel the blood dripping, staining her clothes. It was warm, and sort of sticky but at least the pain was numbing.
She raised her wand to retaliate. But all she could do was send sparks at him. Nothing critical...
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She clutched at her side. Not daring to look down because she could feel it. And that was enough to know she needed help.... she needed dittany.
Brad didn't even bother protecting himself from the spell Emily shot his way, with the way she was feeling it didn't d much but sting a little when it made contact with him. She however was in a much worse state...he knew he shouldn't have used that spell, there's a reason it's dark magic in the first place. He let his wand arm fall to his side as he watched Emily sway on the spot, trying to stay up right. She looked bad. Really bad.
Without a moments pause he rushed over and took his limp body in his arms, slowly moving her to the floor. He rested her head on his chest and he tried frantically to stop the bleeding both with his hands and with magic but nothing worked. The blood just kept pouring.
"I'm sorry..." He kept saying over and over again before even he had to admit defeat...Her face was getting paler and paler.
Looking up he looked left and right from some that could help when an idea popped in his head. Of course she wouldn't have made the room without having some help at hand. Raising his wand he cried;
"Accio Dittany" and watched as a small bottle began to zoom his way. He dropped his wand and grabbed the bottle to put over Emily's wounds still saying sorry. With a few drops he watched as her wounds began to heal, letting him breath again.