"Fuck off you little cunts!" Draco growled, sending a nonverbal " incarserus’  towards the inferi that was aiming for Hermione’s throat. Long ropes whipped out the end of his wand, they wrapped themselves around the creature’s crumbling form with a crunch. Fluid oozed from between the ropes, Theo could see it clearly from all the fire lighting up the sky. He was furious, his rage felt tangible and his only way to release it was through the tip of his wand. He walked to Draco’s side and shot a bombarda  into the hoard that was trying to stalk him from his left. They splintered into pieces and the pieces continued their attack, only momentarily halted by his spell. The heat from all the flames burned at Theo’s hands and face; the only skin bared to the open air. Sweat dripped from his brow, his wand hand seared as he fired a crescendo that shot through the chests of several Inferi, each one fell like a domino to the muddy ground.