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What was that? Sirius clearly didn’t think much of Benjy’s “skills” on the battlefield and Benjy felt himself blush at the thought. “Er…” he began awkwardly, trying to answer the question that might’ve been hypothetical. “Dueling?” It came out as a question, which probably wouldn’t instill much more confidence from Sirius.
But the older wizard told Benjy to stay with him and Benjy listened. He was pretty good at listening - when he wasn’t distracted or Dorcas wasn’t around. Those often were one in the same. But really, he just wanted to get to Maddy, who had told him outright that she wasn’t afraid to die. And if sticking with Sirius Black got him there in one piece, he would do it gladly.
Sirius was impressive in a battle. Benjy had seen it while sitting on the sidelines at the Dueling Club, ready to heal any injuries - but it was different on the field. He showed a grace in his movements that reminded Benjy of the way that, once, he was on the Quidditch Pitch.
“Furnunculus!” Benjy shouted at the now-silent Death Eater and, unlike the last time, it hit the wix. He’d been aiming for the face, but it hit the Death Eater’s hand. The wand hand, however - which made large boil sprout from the skin and forced the Death Eater to drop his wand. “Yes!” he said, almost excitedly, but sobered a moment later because Sirius Black was standing right next to him and getting happy over a hex wouldn’t help Benjy’s case.
Dueling. Got it. Sirius would return to that with Benjy later if they got the chance. They better get the chance.
At least the next spell hit. Sirius had just enough focus to decide that part of his issue was his form, but they had bigger issues than correcting the way Benjy flicked his wand right now. “Good,” he said, figuring Benjy needed to hear it. Without pausing, he summoned the dropped wand toward them. The Death Eater wouldn’t be happy, but without a wand, he wouldn’t get very far toward revenge. That would mean fighting like a muggle.
“Lets go,” he said. As a just in case, Sirius threw a leg locking jinx toward the other. Mostly it would just piss him off, but if they lived through all this, at least a few Death Eaters would need to be taken alive.
As Sirius strode around the corner, he swore and buckled under the sting of another curse. His hand went to his waist. Blood. Not good. He looked up, the soulless eyes of another mask staring back from a few meters away. Sirius kept his hand clamped to his side. Did he even have time to get his wand up? Could he risked it.
