Dylan
He was swerving from side to side, dodging hexes and other flyers, aiming and hitting whenever he could. His aim had always been good, and the training lately had made it better. Most of his hexes hit the mark, and by the end of the fight he only had scrapes and cuts.
That's when he was hit in the back with a spell that knocked him off his broom. Luckily he was already fairly close to the ground so when he fell there was no great danger. He hit the ground with a painful thud, feeling his wrist snap at a strange angle as the wind was knocked out of him. The hex he shot at this attacker missed spectacularly, but his second hit it's mark and the Death Eater fell off his broom and crashed into the ground. He took a deep breath, forcing away the pain. His side would be bruised and hurt for a few days, but the wrist was worse. That could be healed in about a second however, so it wasn't a big deal. Aiming his wand at his wrist he stabilised it the way he'd been taught at Auror-training, then got back to his broom. The fight was almost over, and he was perfectly well enough to keep flying for a while before seeing a healer for his hand.