The words Amycus spoke were nearly frozen in his mind as he tried to wrap his head around their meaning: Take what’s coming to you like a man. He wasn’t given that luxury. Before Draco could even focus on the man rushing him he felt his entire body slam hard into the brick wall and a split second later, the back of his head smacked even harder, a liquid warmth now trailing down the back of his neck. It rattled his brain for a fuzzy second and before Draco could even get his bearings, he felt the sharp blow to the side of his head and the resulting ringing in his ears. His eyes tried to focus and Draco grunted, sure that the look of shock and pain on his face was apparent as he blinked his eyes rapidly to fight back the tears.
Kittens.Do better. were the only words he could make out as Draco tried to reach up and grasp at Amycus – his fingers barely able to reach before he was again thrown hard into the allyway, his shoulder smashing hard into the wall nearly, but not yet dislocating itself. He buckled as the air in his lungs forcefully was kneed from his abdomen, causing Draco to gasp for air as fist after fist pounded away at him, the taste of his own blood now thick upon Draco’s lips. There wasn’t time to plead, the blows continued again and again.
Draco finally caught a full breath and tried to reach for his wand, his hand shaking as he tried to duck the next blow. If he could reach his wand…or take what’s coming like a man and before he could think further, Draco felt his jaw crack as a grunt of pain escaped his lips and his hand fell from his pocket, his wand dropping to the ground. Grasping at the wall, Draco managed to pull himself upright, bloodied face and narrow, ill-focused eyes as he glared at his Professor, winded and unable to speak, but still standing.