*Good thing, too, because Bellatrix has been thoroughly distracted trying to bite down her screaming and extinguish the flames in her robes and hair. Now there's bits of her blouse all stuck to her burned flesh and it hurts, it really does, hurts even through the adrenaline and anger, and she's gray-faced under her mask. But one of them is down and the other is flagging and Roddy's holding him off---the tide has turned in their favor, and as her blood floods with endorphins she lets out a loud, brutal HA and slices her wand sideways.*

Sectumsempra!