*Muscles in Regulus' reedy arms begin to strain as flashing markers of injured Death Eaters force him to push his spyglass back and forth across the map at alarming speed. The device had seemed light enough when he had put it together, but after having to look down on countless scenes of duelling associates on almost every floor of the building, it's wheels are not enough to ease his job. Only those Marked show up on the paper, but through the glass he's seen an overhead view of alarmingly proficient fighters taking a stand against their efforts - far too many of whom seem trained and prepared well beyond the ability of the average Healer or patient taken by surprise.
Other attacks, such as the ICW, had been designed with strong targets in mind, and a solid front of offence had been planned. A hospital, however, should not have the same resistance force as a building filled with protected international resources. Regulus lights up a grid ward to protect a stunned Lucius on the second floor, then takes a frantic step backwards to survey the damage. Something has been leaked, he's sure of it. Someone had been prepared for today, there is no other way to explain half of the spells the Death Eaters are dodging out on the floor.
Someone must be inside, and in a terrifying moment Regulus realises it is his mistake. Stepping back, the entirety of the map stares at him, blinking markers and all. Several of it's outer wards that he had personally turned on are now unlit and disabled, leaving anyone to enter and exit the premises as they chose. There are few other Death Eaters who have worked on setting up wards with him, and none of them are even here today. He's either gone mad, or someone's learned his trick - and without a Dark Mark, they're invisible.*
*With everyone through and in and fighting, and no Patronuses to worry about, Sirius has set himself on the noble task of fucking with his brother's head. The first outer ward had taken some wrestling, but the others had fallen much more easily when he took the first. Now that Aurors and other law enforcement can get in--and Sirius is almost ready to kiss their little frolicking dots as they pop into existence--Sirius begins to worry at the grid itself. He manages to pull apart one intersection, and then another, but the whole fabric of the thing is held together at each point--it would take hours to undo, and accomplish very little to just dismantle them.
Impulsively, he decides that it's not about the wards. It's about scaring the pants off Regulus. He pulls apart more points in the net, popping them off like stitches in a poorly made seam, until the holes in it spell out HELLO.*
Other attacks, such as the ICW, had been designed with strong targets in mind, and a solid front of offence had been planned. A hospital, however, should not have the same resistance force as a building filled with protected international resources. Regulus lights up a grid ward to protect a stunned Lucius on the second floor, then takes a frantic step backwards to survey the damage. Something has been leaked, he's sure of it. Someone had been prepared for today, there is no other way to explain half of the spells the Death Eaters are dodging out on the floor.
Someone must be inside, and in a terrifying moment Regulus realises it is his mistake. Stepping back, the entirety of the map stares at him, blinking markers and all. Several of it's outer wards that he had personally turned on are now unlit and disabled, leaving anyone to enter and exit the premises as they chose. There are few other Death Eaters who have worked on setting up wards with him, and none of them are even here today. He's either gone mad, or someone's learned his trick - and without a Dark Mark, they're invisible.*
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Impulsively, he decides that it's not about the wards. It's about scaring the pants off Regulus. He pulls apart more points in the net, popping them off like stitches in a poorly made seam, until the holes in it spell out HELLO.*
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