Reaching deep within the force and grasping his enemies presence firmly, Harry utilized a slight modifiaction of one Exar Kun's stunts.
The screams began inside as the spells stopped coming through the ruined entranceway, the force ripping power from the targets to fuel a few wards he was putting up to prevent the rats from escaping his grasp.
A moment later the agonizing screams ended with the lives of his enemies.
"All units," he stated into the comlink in a wrist mounted computer, "Containment wards are up, commence assault."
"Roger," came the answer as Crimson and Dion entered the manor to see the dessicated enemies, the remnants of lives drained of their very essences by the power of the dark side.
Harry's cloak swirled around him as his heavily armored companion walked just behind and to the left.
Crimson laid a hand on his Lord's shoulder and pointed to the ceiling, the smirk plainly visible to Harry even through their masks and nodded in response.
xXx
Severus Snape was in hell.
He finally admitted that, and hoped he could get out of this one with his skin intact.
Over the past several weeks, the Dark Lord had been troubled by massive and unexplainable losses that started with the loss of the Rosiers and two prisoners that Voldemort had refused to divulge the names of.
He was involved in this madness entirely because he wanted to be on the winning side, and at first playing both sides off of each other was working but that had ended.
A distant explosion rocked the old manor house and a glance out the window showed what looked like gigantic metal birds walking towards them firing off some sort of spell that he couldn't identify but had to be some variant of the blasting hex.
And then he froze as the stench of burning wood touched his nostrils a moment before a burning tube of red flame shot up through the floor and looped around him in a complete circle before he realized what had happened.
"Shit," he managed to stammer before the floor collapsed under him to send him plummeting to the floor below and slam to the ground with a bone jarring impact.
His black eyes adjusted to the limited light of the entryway and saw a helmeted form staring at him right before a blue beam hit him dead on and sent him to unconsciousness.
xXx
A feral growl brought both the siths and clones attention to a figure that slowly began to change.
"Am I missing something here?" Crimson asked as he stepped back.
With a glance down at the computer, Harry gulped before answering, "Damn, it's a full moon and that's a werewolf!"
The clone nodded slowly while bringing his blaster to firing position, "Go, I'll handle the furball."
Without hesitation, Dion used the force to leap through the hole he had carved in the ceiling while the guardsman readied himself for the next battle.
The armored boots impact on the wooden flooring echoing as he landed in a crouch.
Dion moved forwards, bisecting the nearest foe and continuing, becoming a whirling engine of death and dismemberment amidst the screams of the dead and dying.
He did not even pause when shattering another door with a blow backed by the force and a flying death eater.
Harry did, however, stop when he heard the last remaining deatheater draw a sword.
A small smirk graced his lips for a moment as he turned to see who would dare challenge a master of the sith arts to a duel of the blades.
"Rastaban Lestrange," he commented slowly, the mask distorting his voice as he spun his ruby blade, "What a pleasant suprise, I've been wanting to wipe out that stain of a family you are part of."
The energy blade and the rapier clashed, but the blade held against the strike, both combatants pressing the other.
"I must say that you blade is impressive," Dion remarked offhandedly, "Usually mine slices through just about anything with little to no effort."
The dark wizard grunted in effort before a blast of force energy sent him back several steps.
"Now what is your secret?" the sith lord asked as a leap carried him over his foe like a blur.
His gentle touch with a mind probe gave him the answer, "Ah, such a naughty one you are, unbreakable AND sharpening charms, I must say that it is quite devious of you."
Spinning and bringing his blade up, "But you must know..."
He met the next charge, using the saber to run his foe through.
Harry stared into the fading eyes as the dying man let out a gasp for air, "...you cannot win."
Steping to the side while deactivating his saber, Dion let the man fall to the ground while snatching up the rapier.
"I believe that this could do better in my hands," he stated to the fallen Lestrange before feeling the place was all but empty, the rest of the Death Eaters escaping through the air on the roof.
A glance out the window saw the ARC squad swoop down on BARC's to deal with the escapees.
Harry's attention turned back to the gasping man on the floor, "It looks like your 'all so noble' sacrifice was in vain, but I believe that I will let you live for now and let you take a message for me to your pathetic master, tell him that the Sith is comming and nothing can stand in the way."
xXx
Crimson dodged the beastial assault by the greying wolfman that was attacking him, the burns of a half-dozen blaster shots still smouldering on its flesh.
The creature moved fast and a suprise strike sent sparks into the air where the claws met armor before the beast sent his blaster flying.
That annoyed the soldier as he lashed out, driving his knee into the werewolf's stomach with enough force to send the creature tumbling end over end as he drew his vibrodagger.
"Look's like I've been forced to skin a wolf," he muttered to himself as he dodged another attack, "The old fashioned way."
Another kick, this one taking a full rotation from the guardsman before the attack connected, sending the silver furred monster across the room before throwing the weapon.
A high pitched yelp burst from the were as the blade pierced its arm at the elbow, severing the lower left arm.
Crimson charged his foe, driving his fist into the right shoulder with a bone crunching punch.
The wolf tried to run, but the armored warrior was quicker and snatched its tail to swing it around and smash it to the ground with another yelp.
A savage kick flipped it to its back as he pulled a silver and sperical device from a belt pouch and jammed it between the creatures jaws.
"How's that for a chew toy," Crimson commented as he used his booted foot to force the now flashing device farther down the beasts throat and walking away to grab their single prisoner while Dion dropped back down the hole and joined him on their way out.
The heavily injured Rastaban was left in the ruined garden as they met up with the other soldiers that had burned the village to the ground and were boarding the LAAT's.
"Mission complete," Harry stated calmly as the house detonated behind them, "Return to base."
