So focused on the screams of the boy who was writhing on the floor, Jacob hadn't been prepared for the spell that knocked him off his feet. He swore getting to his feet again an moment later, just in time to see the man race to the boy on the floor getting him to his feet.
The man pulled the boy behind him wand at the ready and Jacob scoffed, the sound harsh behind his mask. "Leave, I want the boy." He told him, willing to let the man go - if it meant he could have the boy, after the killing and the torture he wanted this, wanted to hear him scream and take his time properly.
"No." The man's eyes narrowed and he gripped his wand all the more tightly. The man sent another hex at him, but Jacob was ready this time and he blocked it easily, the spell hitting the wall in an explosion of wood and plaster. "Stay behind me, Lori."
"So stupid." Jacob shook his head, and sent a slashing hex at the man, hoping to dispatch him in one move to return to the boy.