"When we make it out of this, I'm going to drop kick you all. Right in the balls," she promised, eyes darting to the second fight. She stared hard at Adrian, who was casting wild disarming hexes at Hela, and rolled her eyes. Fucking Harry and those goddamned Expelliarmuses. Blaise seemed to be holding his own, though he was favoring his left arm. "Go help them with Hela. Bring the ceiling down on her when she's distracted. Do not get impaled to death by glass, or I'll find a way to bring you back just so I can end you myself, are we clear?" The men nodded, and immediately began moving. Hermione spun, running for the tower door. With a final look over her shoulder, she watched the four men take on the most powerful woman the Domina had ever known, and crossed the threshold that would lead her up.