With that she sent spells directly for the boy. Bellatrix followed closely, Narcissa, Fenrir and the rest of her army darting forward sending more spells towards the group. Fear displayed like an open museum to the dark army. Few of the dark crowd fell to the retaliating spells, but the pressure on Dumbledore's resistance was too much. As a last resort, the old man swung his wand around his head, sending flames around the group, taking out friends and foe alike. It was clear that he didn't want to do what he was doing. He knew some of his own would be harmed in the flames, but they had no choice. As he continued waving his wand around his head the fire consumed more and more of the crowd. Narcissa getting caught in the magic fused flames fell to the ground, charred skin covered her arms and some of the fabric of her clothes had been scorched away. Bellatrix was the first to notice her sister, splayed across the ground, clinging to her shoulder as she weakly rocked herself back and Forth in pain. "Kill him!" she screamed as her army attempted to fight back at his unforeseen trick. Spells were still managing to break through the shield of fire, but were landing flatter then their intent. Wizards and witches still getting harmed within the flames by the spells. The dark witch kept looking to her sister as she fought, checking she was still breathing between bursts of spellfire to the enemies. 