The remaining Death Eaters turned around and sent curses at him at rapid speed. He sidestepped them with ease. She had never seen him fight and it was almost magnetic to watch, had it not been for the fact how incredibly effortlessly he used killing curses. The words sounded like deadly poetry on his lips. His face was stoic as if he was wearing a mask himself. Cold determination. It was four against one but yet, it seemed Malfoy had an unfair advantage.  