Ellie had been expecting something... but the shovel being tosses at her wasn't it. She sidestepped it easily enough but noticed the flash of his hand too late, drawing her own wand and casting her own stunning spell but it was too late, the full body bind hit and her own spell shot into the mist, missing Bole.
Her arms and legs snapped together and she fell backwards onto the ground, knowing that this was it. Was she going to die? At the very least, this was probably going to hurt...
Her eyes raced around in her skull, settling on the psychopath honing in on her. Suddenly she was filled with something more than fear... rage. Pity. Why did he have to do these things? What had happened to make him so cold?