Robert went over to her and checked her. She wasn't breathing. He didn't know how long she'd been without air. He flicked his wand at her to cast the spell to help her breathe again. She started to breathe again, but didn't come conscious. He checked her for injuries and found that she had just minor injuries. Nothing serious. Then he found she had taken a hit to the head somehow, and figured it was most likely the cause of the unconsciousness.
"I'll take her," Brian said.
"The hell you will," Robert flashed a protective glare at him. He picked up Khaat himself from the stone. "She'll be alright, but it looks like she hit her head and it also looks like she has some minor cuts an bruises. I'm taking her home. When I find where this bastard is headquartered, I"m blowing his headquarters apart myself." He portkeyed out. Robert's friend looked at them all. The American fighters were stunned by what they had seen..
"Um...He really doesn't get this way often. He's just pissed off," he said.
"No kidding," one of the American aurors mumbled.
"Come back with us, and we'll show you lot what firewhiskey is all about," Angus invited them. "You lot have stinky firewhiskey over here."
"Oh we do, do we?" the director laughed. "You're on. Besides, one of us has to be brave enough to keep Robert out of trouble. I'll meet you there." He ported out.
"Well," Angus looked at them, "I'll look for her wands and them follow."
"Her wands," Brian remembered. "Accio!" he commanded. Hers snapped to his hand, but Remus's didn't come. "Damnit. I have to find that thing," he cursed.