Hermione gasped at the sight of it, burying her face into Cissy's chest. "I can't watch this, I can't see our sons fate decided like this." She held the Gryffindor, lips pressed to her forehead as her eyes were locked onto the deadly dance playing out in the courtroom. Helena spun with an inhuman quickness that shocked Narcissa as her main gauche twisted in the air, deftly cutting across the back of William's right wrist and almost making him drop his arm. The cut had his own blood running down his forearm, but the smile on his face suggested that he thought it was nothing more than a lucky strike. They thrusted and parried, stepped around each other as all four blades clicked and sliced through the air as they tested each other.