Guilian should not have hesitated, as he had been distracted by the pain of the boils on his chest. That and the fact that hexing a beautiful woman went against all that he believed in, even if she was on the wrong side of some stupid battle.
But pain flared a moment later as he fell to his knees. Spots swam before his eyes and his hands reached down to his crotch as the most excruciating pain was felt there. If he had the breath and the ability to speak, he'd say that it felt as if his cock and balls had been ripped from his body.
Instead he saw the damn bitch hadn't been fully bound, and a large and heavy black boot had struck his little Montagues in a clean and direct hit. He could barely breathe and fell down into the grass as his eyes watered from pain that was far worse than even the Cruciatus.