Quickly, deflecting a quite frankly rude Conjunctivitis Curse and dodging away from a vicious Reducto, Hermione took stock. She was bleeding from a cut that ran from her temple to her jaw, blood stinging her eyes. The wounds on her forearm and thigh were burning and seeping yet more blood, and she was fairly confident one of her ribs was cracked - she'd been hit in the sternum with a drawer from the filing cabinets Briar'd sent flying in her direction. Briar had taken a fair few hits as well, a black eye and broken nose impeding her ability to see, the gash in her hip and the puncture wound to her shoulder joint clearly giving her some trouble. They'd each managed to lose their respective sharps, and Hermione'd not yet gotten an opportunity to pull Adelaide's blade back out. They both were panting, both limping, both exhausted - though Hermione knew she was going to tire more quickly than the other woman. Only one thing for it, then. Sending up a prayer to Merlin, Hermione blinded them both with a shouted "Lumos Maxima!" before diving across the room, tackling Briar around the middle.