Re: Warnings: Blood, torture, implied pedophilia
Lee wouldn’t let himself think that he might be defeated, which was probably what gave him his edge. Lee wasn’t a skilled duelist or an experienced fighter, but he could hold ground with grit and determination – most of the time. Losing wasn’t an option, though it oculd very easily happen.
He hadn’t expected so quick of a reciprocation when the man was still on the ground, but a shout of warning from someone he assumed was on his side gave him heads up enough to make him dive and drop immediately to the ground and narrowly avoid what otherwise might have been a killing or at least very harmful blow to some portion of his anatomy.
He landed hard and about knocked the breath from himself. However, there was no time to take a good breath, as his savior, whoever it was, had apparently gotten hit by the same curse. He immediately felt guilty about it, but there was no time to dwell either.
He shouted a series of curses, one binding and the others all sorts of varieties of harmful, and not the totally benign kind of harmful either. He backtracked somewhat from the ground he’d gained so that he was closer to – hm, Cormac McLaggen, he recognized him now. “How bad is it?” he asked.