Moody was fast, even with the leg. Evan said nothing, though gave something of a snarl when he reacted to intercept the wand.
Evan violently grabbed for Moody’s wand arm, in an effort to divert his aim. Rosier always had his wand in his hand during the past few days, not that it was ever far from his hand since arriving. It was up his sleeve, and he pointed it at his foe’s chest while attempting to get a grip with his other hand.
He'd take as many pieces of Moody as he needed to, and his grin returned when that other he barely spoke to was mentioned. Up close, he saw more had changed with Moody than age. He glanced at the eye briefly and gave a loud laugh.