Re: Warnings: Blood, torture, implied pedophilia
Cormac growled a little, and kept his eye on the Death Eater, casting an Incarcerous hex as it seemed the man had been able to avoid most of the hexes he'd just thrown. Luckily, this time the curse struck, and the Death Eater was bound head to toe in ropes that were impossible to escape from.
But fuck, Jordan really wasn't experienced, judging by the way he'd turned his back on the Death Eater. That could be dealt with later, right now they had to get the Death Eater taken care of, and he needed the Shack. "Bad enough," Cormac ground out, clenching his teeth to keep from shouting in pain. His ankle was useless, every bone in his foot crushed. He reached out automatically and grasped Jordan's arm for balance.
"Do you have a Portkey? We need to get him back to Headquarters, and I can't make it on my own." He hated admitting that much weakness, but there was no place for pride in battle. That could be dealt with later as well.