[It all happens so fast that reacting is impossible. One moment she is chiming those strange notes he's heard before, the next moment is fire and agony.
The fire, his brain decides with a foggy detachment, is the primary threat. So he jerks away in a panic. He smells burning hair and skin, and he knows the sound that isn't dragonsong is him screaming.
There's another noise too. A slick wet popping sound like twisting a undercooked wishbone. The pain is sharp and terrible and not nearly as clean as a blade taking his arm from the shoulder would be. But her strength is so overwhelming that it's effortless. So fast that he doesn't, at first, feel it.
He reels back, his feet tangling and hitting the floor with a grunt. Put out the flame he has to put that out first or it will spread and stick like he knows her fire does. So he rolls frantically, his skin screaming at the rough Potion's Room floor scraping his exposed nerves. But it works- he lays there smoldering and quickly soaking in his own gushing blood.
Don't pass out don't pass out...
But his vision is darkening quickly, he lays there gasping like a fish, trying to reach for his magic, his spells circle sputtering off and on as his concentration breaks apart.]
the cws just keep going
The fire, his brain decides with a foggy detachment, is the primary threat. So he jerks away in a panic. He smells burning hair and skin, and he knows the sound that isn't dragonsong is him screaming.
There's another noise too. A slick wet popping sound like twisting a undercooked wishbone. The pain is sharp and terrible and not nearly as clean as a blade taking his arm from the shoulder would be. But her strength is so overwhelming that it's effortless. So fast that he doesn't, at first, feel it.
He reels back, his feet tangling and hitting the floor with a grunt. Put out the flame he has to put that out first or it will spread and stick like he knows her fire does. So he rolls frantically, his skin screaming at the rough Potion's Room floor scraping his exposed nerves. But it works- he lays there smoldering and quickly soaking in his own gushing blood.
Don't pass out don't pass out...
But his vision is darkening quickly, he lays there gasping like a fish, trying to reach for his magic, his spells circle sputtering off and on as his concentration breaks apart.]