"We need a better plan Theo, put that brain of yours to use would you." Draco’s back was pressed against his own, they were trying to get to the centre of the field where Angel was still holding off most of the corpses. Hermione had thankfully joined Luna and stood by her side, flinging all sorts of hexes into the fray. Theo felt a grasp of a hand on his forearm, the skin of it felt like it had sat in water for several days, bloated and shrivelled all at once. It was cold, freezing, the sensation made him shiver involuntarily. He ripped the arm from its socket and used it like a bat on its previous owner. Decaying blood squirted from the body as he hit it over and over, his wand hand still firing out incendio's to the other creatures that dared to get too close. He shoved his wand arm into the chest of the one he fought and it imploded from the inside out. Smoke ebbed from its ribcage where the skin was least intact. It shuddered once and fell lifelessly to the ground in front of him. He grabbed its leg bone and began the process several more times. Clubbing the enemy and then burning them to their final grave in the dewy field. 