Marcus kept moving, not letting Chambers leave Blake without a clean line of sight. He snorted, not letting the squib talk get to him. "M'not a squib. M'bloody well brill with a wand when I need to be. But when a bloke asks so nice to be taken down hard, who'm I to ignore it?" His grin was feral. "You want a fight, you've got one. No one said I had to bring you in without breaking you."