Luna saw what was coming and dropped the spell at last, releasing the trapped enemy inside into crumpling heaps on the ground, not dead but no longer alive either, their brains had been starved of oxygen. She aimed her wand at Bellatrix and fired off a few hexes, her magic not depleted in the slightest from overuse like the remaining fighters. Theo kicked the shins of another death eater, and flung another one into the poles holding up the tent. Hermione’s eyes were drooping, Theo held all her weight now, he grasped her tight around the waist and felt the blood from her wound seep into his white button down. 