Re: Bill and Fenrir
The pain of the knife was nothing compared to the pain of the spell, but Bill still had enough of his mind about him to know that the knife was the deadlier of the two. He kept his hands and legs drawn up as he moved to get away, to put some space between them, shooting off jinxes in an attempt to defend himself.
Growling low and deep, his anger rising, he threw himself against the man, using every bit of his strength, knowing it was more than any normal man would withstand. He also knew that against Greyback, his only real hope was catching the man by surprise. He could still remember the feel of his sharpened nails and teeth against his skin. At least this time he'd settled for a knife. I would leave less scaring - if he survived. He was already losing more blood than was healthy.