"Hold," Robert ordered quietly. "If he breaks free, the rest will go every direction. It will be like herding cats. Make sure that Khaat and Escobar have nothing else to contend with except the beast."
"As if that isn't enough," Brian said.
"Lets hope she remembers the stone," Michael said.
"Indeed," Robert said. "You must either kill or obliviate them. They cannot remember how to get back here. If you obliviate, you must petrify them so you get deliver them off estate grounds. I don't care if you take their entire memory away from them permanently. However you do it, they don't come back. Got that?"
"Yes, Sir," Brian answered, gripping his wand tighter. Michael didn't reply. He was remembering Khaat's request. If they could not get her out, he himself was starting to believe that perhaps a killing curse was kinder than letting her be ripped to pieces.
The beast lunged hard, and the chains snapped. He started to rush forward towards Khaat and Escobar. Escobar suddenly seemed to be entirely someone else. His fangs had grown full length. His eyes were fully dialated and coal black. His fingertips had grown claws. Khaat felt Escobar's energies immediately powering up. He used wandless magic and slashed repeated sectumsempras at the beast, and at the same time, the stone fired at the beast. The beast moved, though, so the stone's intended fatal spell hit three werewolves behind the beast. They fell dead like stones instantly.
"That's the ticket," Robert said. "If you fire a killing curse, you might hit Khaat. Use sectumsempras if you fire at the beast, but be damned sure you get a clean shot. But take care of those nitwits with the beast first. Lets even the odds a bit and hope that the vampire knows what he's doing."
"With pleasure," Brian said, determined on showing no quarter. He had no intention of sparing any of them. He was bent on killing. No more, no less.