*With one dead and one out of the way, Fabian just manages to bull his way past the other three Death Eaters and finally, finally, get to his brother. The silver thing is still stripping off his skin systematically; there's a patch the size of a plate on his chest now that's down to the muscle, bleeding heavily, and he's starting to get light-headed, and the thing is still going, working its way in erratic patterns down toward his belly, and he's aware, distantly, that if it gets there it will could disembowel him easily.

It doesn't matter. He's still alive and armed and Gideon is alive and breathing and he's not okay but he's alive, it's something. Slipping on blood and comic books, Fabian trips to the floor at his brother's side, shoulder to shoulder with him. He's panting, the room is spinning a bit and it's getting harder to keep track of who's where; he's losing too much blood, he knows, but he can't stop now to think of a charm for that, and spells haven't worked to get the mechanical thing off him. He's already tried. *

Bloody rude, didn't even knock -