Only about twenty or so people on each side, but the spells flew thick and fast in the air of the clearing and Hermione shot stunning and binding spells randomly at hooded figures as she staggered back toward Ron. She was limping and pitching like a drunken sailor, and every step sent waves of excruciating pain up her leg and into her back. But she kept going. And then she saw him. Ron was fighting like a man possessed, reductos, incendios, expulsos and diffindos roaring out of him, and two Death Eaters fell badly injured or dead in the face of his fury.