After the spell wore off, Arnold thrashed about in the room. He ran to every wall and slashed them. He destroyed everything in the room by either biting it or smashing it, just to try to end the thirst for blood. He ran as fast as he could toward the window, jumped, and broke through. He ran to the forest to find anything to quench the thirst. Whenever something moved, he attacked it. After about a dozen creatures, his thirst was quenched and he continued to run in the forest, desperate for the night to be over.
"Yeah, well, apparently now I'm a traitor of the Order, so there's even more people wanting me dead than before."
He takes a step back. He's finally beggining to realise how deep in trouble he is. "Why didn't I do it" he mutteres "it was such an easy task... go in... kill them all... go out, be a hero. But noooooo! I had to meet Pac again..."
He looks at Raven. "How many death eaters are there? And how many of you?"
"We'll see..." He feels something behind Raven. "Just keep talking, and don't move" with slow gestures, he draws his wand and casts a spell that causes the wind to blow for a moment.
Behind Raven, the wind takes an invisibility cloak off a tall figure. Milion runs towards it with his wand aimed, but the figure acts faster. A white beam of light flies from the silhouette's wand and slashes Milion's chest. While he falls down bleeding, the mysterious figure dissapears in the shadows.