*He's alive, and very loud, but that's about as eloquent as he can manage just now: he's deflected Crucio, mostly, but the force of the diverted curse tears open his cheek and takes a considerable chunk out of the wall behind him. He doesn't blink--he's still fighting, still moving to distract and destabilize them, to get the split-second advantage that will make the fight and win it and get them out of here alive. Because that's the only option, right now, the only thing at all in the world: they're going to kill these bastards and get out of here alive.
There's an area rug under the man's feet, and in the blink of an eye it's a cat, still rug-colored but yowling and spitting and not appreciative of being stepped on. It claws its way up his leg, hissing and spitting and furious, and that buys Gideon an instant to lunge forward too, with a raw shout that sounds a bit like his brother's name--
But his foot's landed on a stray comic book and slipped right out from under him. He goes to one knee and his Killing Curse goes high, blowing a chunk from the ceiling and showering the seven of them in a sudden drift of plaster.*
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Date: 2011-10-10 06:16 pm (UTC)*He's alive, and very loud, but that's about as eloquent as he can manage just now: he's deflected Crucio, mostly, but the force of the diverted curse tears open his cheek and takes a considerable chunk out of the wall behind him. He doesn't blink--he's still fighting, still moving to distract and destabilize them, to get the split-second advantage that will make the fight and win it and get them out of here alive. Because that's the only option, right now, the only thing at all in the world: they're going to kill these bastards and get out of here alive.
There's an area rug under the man's feet, and in the blink of an eye it's a cat, still rug-colored but yowling and spitting and not appreciative of being stepped on. It claws its way up his leg, hissing and spitting and furious, and that buys Gideon an instant to lunge forward too, with a raw shout that sounds a bit like his brother's name--
But his foot's landed on a stray comic book and slipped right out from under him. He goes to one knee and his Killing Curse goes high, blowing a chunk from the ceiling and showering the seven of them in a sudden drift of plaster.*