Re: Fenrir/George
He heard the scream of the ginger as he dropped to his knees. He would have been able to dodge the cutting curse completely if one of the dying hadn't reached up to grab his leg. He felt the slice go deep into his upper thigh. Pissed off, he slammed the foot of his good leg into the wizard's face.
At the same time he sent another Cruciatus Curse at him. "That knife wound healing?," he asked through clenched teeth. He slammed hi foot into the other man's face one more before taking steps towards the ginger.
"Oh. A different one." He could now smell the differences between the man in front of him and the one from before. While different there was something familiar. "Brothers?"