"Shut up you ignorant old fool," Jess shouted at Doyle, rolling his eyes at the pathetic retort which came his way. "You cast Fiendfyre, you have no Idea of what you have done, you may very well destroy the entire forest you idiot," He shouted, shaking his head as he did so. But it was foolish to have an argument about a forest during a battle, Doyle was right about one thing - the kids needed protecting.
"We will speak later, we both know that fiendfyre is dark magic, I don't trust you one bit," he spat at the man, before shaking his head and turning to fight the continuous hoards of spiders and werewolves. "Khaat, get out of here, get home," He shouted through the doors of the Entrance hall, hoping she'd hear him above the din. "You're no good to us dead, and at your current state you're a hindrance, I can't protect you right now," he said, a pained look crossing his face, even though she couldn't see it. He hated to tell her that, but it was the facts, as she was right now, she needed protecting, and he simply couldn't spare the men.
Looking over the grizzled old man newcomer who'd arrived with some leather clad woman Jess put his wand to his throat and looked around the surrounding battlefield, torn and pockmarked as a result of the ensuing firefight taking place. "Order of the Phoenix, Potter's Army," He shouted, his voice echoing across the grounds, "Get inside, away from the Acromantula, it's our best chance," he told them, turning and running through the splintered Oak doors which opened to the Entrance hall.
"Confringo," he shouted as he entered the great hall, wand pointed at the leather clad woman. "Your father is outside," he said spitefully, "Shouldn't you head out to help him hobble up the stairs?" He asked, his voice laced with venom. "Piertotum Locamotor," he added, causing all nearby suits of armour to spring to life. "Oppugno," he cast, wand pointed at Zada.