Khaat heard the very clear sound of her friends breaking into the back of the house. It was drawing fire and attention to the back, just where they wanted it to be. Brian fired a Bombarda at the front door and insisted on entering before her, firing his wand at the guards in the front hall. They were all scattering and were obviously caught totally off guard.
"Quinn! You!" One of them shouted at Brian.
"I know,' Brian laughed. "Miss me?" He fired at them to ward them off while Khaat entered in behind him. She fired at everything within radius that she could destroy, blast to smithereens, blow up, or otherwise obliterate.
"Lupin!! Its Lupin!" One of the men shouted. He cast a sonorous that Khaat was in the house. Khaat immediately fired her wand and killed him. Brian looked at her, floored. Men flew from every direction and the next thing she knew, she and Brian were fighting for their lives. Actually, they were trying to kill her, and Brian was protecting her.
She heard the sound of a blast upstairs. Her father. He was finally here. Well, he had missed the grand announcement that she was in the freaking house. Perhaps that was best. He needed to concentrate on his work.
"Behind you!" Brian shouted at her. She spun to see herself face to face with Luther Burke. He had his wand drawn and he was ready to kill her. His eyes were glazed over, and she knew he had every intent on killing her, out and out. She fired a killing spell which he deflected easily. He tried to kill her, and she tried to fire, but Brian fired a Contego to protect them both. His shield held. He shoved her roughly behind him. "You get the idiots," he told her. "Burke is mine."
She fired repeatedly, rapid fire, knocking out or killing Gelding's men, but more just seemed to be coming from everywhere. Brian, in the meantime, was involved in a bitter duel for Khaat's life with Luther Burke. Khaat knew she'd been hit with some sort of spell, but she wasn't sure what it was. She just kept firing at them. She heard footsteps running down the stairs and she turned, instinctively and fired.
"Whoa! Watch where you're pointing that thing!" she heard someone shout to her. She looked to see her father racing down the stairs with Michael right beside him. They were helping to draw fire now. She was relieved.
"Sorry," she said.