Re: East Side - Peter
The hexes didn't bother him. He was used to working through pain, and a part of him craved it. It made him stronger, faster, more alert. He sent hex after hex at death eaters, knowing he could change to Wormtail if he ever had to get away quickly. He used a few things he'd developed himself, that hadn't made it to the research team, and the spell that caused a person's nose and mouth to seal over was particularly useful and quick acting.
But then the Death Eaters grew smart. They knew they couldn't take on all of them, they were too good. He saw Corner, and he was right in the way. Images of the man and his daughter came to mind, and Corner was everything a father should be; his daughter didn't deserve to be orphaned. He sent a spell at the man, knocking him out of the way of a falling branch, but that left the path clear for the brach to impale him. He cried out, the pain of the branch going through his stomach more than any spell Jacob had ever used. He fell to the ground, in agony, the branch pinning him so he couldn't move.