*Two hexes and five men is still bad math. Between the two of them they get most of the group, but Fabian still catches a hard, heavy weight to his chest before he can register which one of them is on him, and then he's on his back and everything narrows down to fetid breath and filthy hair in his face. He's still got his wand but he can't get an angle, and struggles on instinct to push his heavier opponent off of him.*