 Lovely™ | Captain Hurted | Ariana's Bane | Resident Antagonist | Unparalleled Delight
They were surrounded. Inferi were everywhere.
Abra couldn't be entirely sure exactly how many people were in the group he had found himself in, or who exactly was there, and he definitely didn't have a clue of who was out beyond the wall Inferi. He was sort of, you know, too busy swinging his bat and waving his wand to really think about anything else, acting on autopilot and really taking advantage of that fight-or-flight response. "Incendio!"
Except that, actually, there was one thing that kept pushing its way into the forefront of his mind, and that was that - for the second time in his life - he now felt absolutely certain that this was it. This was the end. There was no getting out of this situation, and they were surely about to die. He didn't let up his casting or his hitting, but the thought was persistent and familiar, and it scared him worse than anything. He didn't want to die, and he wouldn't go down without fighting, but this... this was surely it. They were overwhelmed.
Hands. Dead, slimy, festering hands, grabbing at them, trying to pull them down. If he wasn't running totally on adrenaline, he would have probably puked from both fear and disgust.
Whatever was happening with those behind him, Abra didn't know, and he didn't dare turn his back on the Inferi in front of him long enough to find out. As such, he completely missed Professor Grimsbane's situation, and only managed to catch sight of Bel's predicament by the light of one of his fire spells purely because she was stood right beside him. Panic flooded through him like ice in his veins, and he raised his wand at the Inferius, automatically yelling, "INCENDIO!" even as Bel herself smacked at its arm and someone or something hit it from... above?
No time. No time to look, no time to think, no time to do anything but fight.
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