   The smell of blood and sweat filled the air; the sounds of screams pounded against her eardrums. A flash of green whizzed by her as she ducked behind a piece of rubble. Barely taking a second to catch her breath Hermione darted out into the fray once more, sending silent spells flying from the tip of her wand with a flick of her wrist. It was becoming painfully obvious that they were losing the fight and Harry was nowhere in sight. Neither was Ron.  Her search was cut short as a blasting hex hit the tree beside her causing her to fly to the ground from the explosion, splinters digging into her skin as she falls. Pure instinct made her roll to the side, avoiding a nasty looking purple curse by mere inches. Springing to her feet she let loose a chain of spells ranging from jinxes to curses at the Death Eater that had attacked her. He threw up a shield a split second before any connected. They traded spells seeming to be evenly matched. A twig snapped behind her. Without even thinking she whipped around. If you asked her she wouldn’t be able to tell you which spell she used, but it worked. A thin blue light emerged from her wand, curving with her movement and sliced clean through the first Death Eater’s neck, severing his head from his body. The second one was severed at the waist, his torso sliding to the ground, a shocked look still on his face. His legs followed, crumpling at her feet.