I glanced over my shoulder to see the three boys doing their best to stay away from the Fiendfyre and the blast from the Necromancer. Tyrone was rather inadequate without his dogs or any corpses nearby, but his staff was still powerful. Ron, Harry, and Draco were trying to surround the two by casting spells as they moved. They were smart to use the environment to their advantage, levitating rubble and other various things around and smashing them against the Elite. I had to take a deep breath when there were a few close calls that could have seriously injured any of my friends, but they were handling themselves quite well.