Leathan

It was one of the tenants of dueling: always be ready with a shield charm. Always. Leathan had practiced throwing up shields of every concieveable shape, size and strength to the point of ad nauseum when in Auror Training. He had despised it; he made his own Muggle Defense classes practice blocking techniques until they were almost too exhausted to stand.

The reasoning behind it made all the sense in the world only when facing down a true attack. Without so much as a whisper of thought, Leathan threw up his own shield as the other man's wand flew up effectively blocking the first spell.

The second came too fast.

Exhaustion had already begun to claim him - a long week of work followed by long nights of sleepless tossing and turning didn't protend well for a true fight - and when the Unforgiveable again worked its way into his mind, he found himself wanting to give in. Even his steps turned towards the Headmaster, his wand coming up to follow through with the simplistic instructions.

It was as his mind formulated the right hex that his own inner strength slammed back into place and he turned whip-like towards the Death Eater again. "Incarcerous!"

Ropes snaked out of the end of his wand hurtling across the distance between himself and the other.

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Dumbledore

The instant the door flew open, Dumbledore had gone into action, his wand pressed into service as he took in the life-threatening duels going on around him. Either luck or purpose was on his side as none of the attackers came directly at him; he had the odd sensation tingle up his spine that the lack of attack against him had more to do with a sinister purpose than that of sheer luck.

It was when Leathan turned towards him, wand raised, and a look of pure intent in his eyes that he realized that the feeling might be worth paying more attention to. His own wand pointed back at the man who he had known for many years, a shield charm readying itself when the Auror broke the hold that had been placed over him.

With a grim smile and nod, Dumbledore turned his attention onto other matters - the Auror could handle himself.

His attention was caught when one of the attackers sprawled across the floor, his gaze taking in quick note that she had lost her wand.

"Accio!" he growled, but a heartbeat too late as the Death Eater reestablished her hold on the wand and brought it to bear upon the other Auror.

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Filius

Flitwick didn't spare a moment to toss a thank you at his collegue - those could wait for later. Instead, he prepared himself for the return attack, his own mind already pressing another hex to his lips. With a downslash of his wand, he sent a hex on it's way to bind the attacker's wand arm to his side. A simple enough hex, really and more than effective.

If one couldn't flick, twist and circle their wand hand, they couldn't do much damage.

That much was proved a moment later when the cage of air about him reverberated his spell pinning his own arm against his body. For a moment the Dueling Master felt a panic rise in his chest. For all that he knew his charm work and had been Dueling Champion he was never easy in a true attack.

"Pomona!" he shouted over at the Herbologist as the table fell between them and the Death Eater, "Wand at twenty-degrees! Counter-clockwise swish with a downstroke!" he instructed as he tried to free up his wand arm. "Aura novacula!" he shouted the spell at her, hoping she could get the razor edge of air out fast enough.

He managed to loose the grip on his wand in that moment, the rod of wood clattering to the wooden floor. With an unsteady jerk, he had the wand back into his other hand and brought it up pointing it at himself and uttering the countercurse to free up his arm.