Atlas and Eros had turned at the same time, wands aloft. Draco was prepared now, more than prepared for the duel to the death. He held each of them off, screaming and lunging killing curses at each of them, cracking and hitting the sides of the cavern as rock showered over their heads as the two men dodged his advances. The surge of anger, a madness that Draco had never experienced before was fueling him, snapping jets of green light at each of the men, back-to-back. Only aiming to kill, eventually rocketing a nonverbal curse at Atlas, catching him in the arm, and spiraling his lifeless body into the dust. 