The cultist noticed the move and held up her hands to block, but the spear was made of metal far stronger than she imagined and slashed a deep gash along her arms. Blood hitting Daphne in the face, but she didn’t care. Not when Hermione could be in danger. "Ahh!" Emma cried out, leaping back and noticing the deep cut along her arms, nearly going through her tattoos. Her eyes narrowed and zeroed in on Daphne. "You bitch!" She gathered more and more flames, her cuts cauterizing from the intense flames. She weaved her arms around and the flames followed as they started to leave her body. In a near helix like pattern, the Fiendfyre was heading towards her again.