--and unexpectedly, ropes shot out toward her (well, at least toward the pitch) from different places throughout the stands above.

With a quick invocation to Macha, Cameryn turned on her heel, hoping to just miss one of the few Incarcerous ropes that actually was aimed at her, but upon "reappearing" against the wall at the outside of the pitch, she found that her ankles were tied together. She found this by falling over, naturally. But the also-Disillusioned source of some other hexes didn't seem to have noticed that she had landed near him/her, as they were casting some rather loud battle magic and hadn't heard the reapparition crack or seen the invisible cylinder wrapped in loose rope.

"Confringo," she cast astonishingly loud, and even as the explosive force left her wand and before the Disillusioned target even registered they were about to be blown into the wall, she thought Shit, I'm still Amplified. She'd have to cut the rope and also SIlence herself; she made the split-second decision to mutter "Diffindo" under the cover of her previous spell's explosion and cut the rope first, so that she could stand up quickly. Halfway up she managed to murmur "Quietus" with her wand at her throat. Then she turned on her heel once more and returned to the exact spot she'd been at previously, near the center of the pitch.

Once she'd Reapparated the second time, Cameryn felt a little dizzy from so much rapid Apparition and had to take a full two seconds to get her bearings and see what the status of the battle was. It wasn't super for her Orphans, but it was tolerable. Some of her children had been captured, she could see -- visible ropes around invisible bodies like she'd experienced, except they also appeared to be Apparating away without standing up. Meaning Potter's minions were taking them away from the battlefield themselves, for actual incarceration most likely. But there were also scorch marks and explosion residue around the pitch and in two places in the stands. And her green flames were still burning bright, moving outward from the pitch center in tree-branch fractal spirals; one branch far away from her looked like it was trying to be extinguished, so clearly not someone who worked under Potter directly. He'd figured out ages ago that the Widow's Flames Curse resisted traditional extinguishing spells, and just to let it burn up.

Another rope flew past her ass and she turned to see where it was coming from, but her ears could detect consistent, repeated POP!s of multiple Apparitions, so they weren't staying in the same spots. A smart move on both sides' parts, but it certainly made true combat difficult for every single person under the Orphans or the Aurors.

Well if he's taking prisoners, so am I, Cameryn decided. "Agronā le glaodhan blàir, stain an talamh le fuil! Revelio Inimicos!" The spell she'd used in the Battle of Griff's Cliffs did what it had before, a blue watery-looking mist washing across the field, filling up the space of any humanoids in its path and "washing away" their Disillusionment. Some were her Orphans, and some were Potter's Aurors. She stepped into the mist herself to remove her own Disillusionment and cast two laser-targeted Stinging Hexes at two of the Ministry's lackeys, her eyes darting across the field to watch other opponents being revealed, while two of our Orphans took up positions behind her with Shield Charms.