Watching your comrade’s head be ripped physically from his body by what appears to be a waif of a girl not even carrying a wand understandably would put the fear of God into someone. As a result I notice Rookwood tries to chance the back flames and disappear into ash. Understandable considering it was probably a quicker death than what I afforded Rowle. I don’t afford Dolohov the same choice as I hit him with a banishing charm at the same time that I summon him, the forces proceed to crush him flat into little more than a red paste. The collective goons they were leading are scrambling to get away from me without incurring the wrath of the black flames. It’s a fruitless endeavour since they’re trapped but I let them attempt it before pulling the area of the circle of flames inwards incinerating all but one of them as I granted them immunity. He’s scrambling on his arse trying to claw his way backwards away from me. I hit him with a sticking charm that roots him to the spot. I walk closer and closer at a leisurely pace before stopping just above him. My eyes glow with power and I can almost hear his heartbeat from here. I lean down until my eyes are level with his and whisper to him.