*For once, Sirius takes an order without so much as a moment of hesitation. The werewolf drops in a heap on the ground. Maybe a few scuffs or bruises, but mostly uninjured.
Unlike the boy. Sirius touches the wound on his neck. It's sticky with blood and still flowing slightly, but the boy--who knows if he's even alive, if he landed wrong, on something. He could be bleeding out right now, during this stalemate. And if he's dead, Greyback probably won't be overly interested in talking, and Sirius will have killed a child. But throwing up at a time like this, no matter how appealing, isn't really useful. So he swallows the bile in his throat and keeps his back to Fabian, trying to look as ready to kill as they are.*
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Date: 2011-03-20 03:53 pm (UTC)Unlike the boy. Sirius touches the wound on his neck. It's sticky with blood and still flowing slightly, but the boy--who knows if he's even alive, if he landed wrong, on something. He could be bleeding out right now, during this stalemate. And if he's dead, Greyback probably won't be overly interested in talking, and Sirius will have killed a child. But throwing up at a time like this, no matter how appealing, isn't really useful. So he swallows the bile in his throat and keeps his back to Fabian, trying to look as ready to kill as they are.*