Spell fire whips past me and I bat the ones that come too close away with my hand, one of the perks of getting good with wandless magic is the ability to unnerve the opponent but swatting spells away with a wave of the hand. It’s my goal currently to put on a show as "Nimue’ again. They know what I’m capable of from my display with malfoy manor but the purpose of this showdown is to leave one or two grunts alive so that they can relay to the Dark Wanker that I’m a force of nature, not just your average witch or wizard. Batting spells away and actively catching them and throwing them back when they’re lethal instils the fear in them that I’m untouchable. It definitely helps that none of them are anywhere near as skilled as those that were attacking the ministry, minus the leaders of course, and I’ve only got stronger since that event took place. Manipulating the ground beneath half of them I transfigure it into a pit and close it back up, encasing their legs in stone before calling the black flames to devour them. I can sense the fear in them as they watch their comrades turn to ash before their eyes. They’re coughing now as I scatter the ashes into their faces with a casual wave. They make the mistake of removing their masks to try to breathe easier and I can identify them now. They split into groups lead by Rowle, Rookwood and Dolohov I summon Rowle by the head and his face lands into my outstretched palm, using magic to strengthen my body it appears as if his head is locked into the grip of a statue as his mass doesn’t even budge me or my stance. I decide to add to the fear factor by modifying the featherweight charm to have the reverse effect and apply it to his Robes.