Re: Moody and Aurors Arrive
"Fucker," Snape panted at the space where Rabastan had been. Elated by the old, poisonous siren song of battle adrenalin, he couldn't quite choke back the thought, Mad bastard always did have style.
He panted, as if he could exhale excess adrenalin like a dragon's fumes. As he turned toward Moody, he reached with difficulty for the benign side of his magic, sent his Patronus flying lightning-swift to summon Healers to Moody's aid.