Mandy couldn’t help but marvel at the prehistoric stones, protected by an impervious charm cast the second a droplet fell on her face, she was a lot less miserable than the others, and could only wonder why they didn’t learn such magic in order to make their lives easier. She felt that by being more comfortable she could concentrate on the task at hand. Whilst slightly scared at their first mission and what it might reveal, Mandy was confident in her own abilities and despite her personal issues with them she knew that she had been placed in a fairly competent lot. Dex made her feel fairly safe knowing he’d do anything to protect the rest, and having Izaiah step in first seemed like the only logical thing to do, he was the only one mad enough to want to do this. The whole team was beautifully talented, and she could only hope they would all come together at the right time. 

As they edged closer and first saw the mysterious cult, she couldn’t help but think it looked like fun, except perhaps the potion making, she always was terrible at potions…
*Crack* 
“Damn!” she whispered as her left heel had broken from getting caught in the mud, snapping her out of the dark train of thought. With a small flurry of her wand beneath her robe the bright red heels snapped back into place and dirt flew off the surface. “I really must work on my unbreakable charms” she thought to herself. Annoyed she had let this distract her she saw Izaiah move forward and her heart skipped a small beat with excitement. 
 
Mandy sparked into action the moment Izaiah had opened his mouth, although the team had startled the opponents, she saw the dark wizards immediately defend themselves with magic she would only dream of attempting. 
 
Mandy saw Izaiah head into the action and anyone be damned if they thought she’d leave him to fight it all out himself. “Always the glory hunter!” she muttered shortly before sprinting towards him. 

Izaiah darted behind a column of moss covered stone as he advanced towards the centre of the clearing, keeping his footing despite the mudslide of their increasingly damp surroundings. The din of conflict was all about him, the other aurors had struck and seemed to have their individual battles well in hand. He was now going for the centre, to see what lurked between the increasingly dense spread of stone monoliths.
 
He was swiftly joined by the robed form of Mandy, 'of course' she didn't appear even remotely wet or sodden. For a lesser wizard, he'd probably see fit to chastise her for bothering with such magic in the situation, but he knew well enough she could still function at the peak of her ability. Shortly after her arrival the other side of their cover was struck by a pair of magical detonation, shuddering through the rudimentary structure. At least two hostiles then.
 
"Pincer then, strike fast." He nodded to her, before shifting around the stone. For all their conflicts, the two wizards were intuitive together in a way that would suggest years, not hours, of mutual experience. As Izaiah turned the corner, drawing the fire of the two dark wizards deeper into the clearing, Mandy apparated, becoming as much a ghost as anything short of being one, darting past him in the low light undetected.
 
"Expelliamus!" Izaiah's wand was up and ready before the twin bolts of magic struck him, rebounding instead off the defensive shield of his spell, just about holding under the onslaught. That was all it needed to do, for in the next moment, the twin dark magi found Mandy appearing in their midst, caught off guard, they were made short work of.
 
"Good work, we should make-" Izaiah jogged towards her, speaking as he went, before a scream cut him off, and his eyes were drawn further into the centre of the clearing, right to the heart of it, now in view of both the Aurors. Among the ritualistic markings drawn into the ground, knelt an adolescent girl, one of the robed figures of the dark wizards standing over her, a wand pressed to the side of her neck.
 
"One more step, and justice comes to this one."