Fabian had worked late, taking advantage of a quiet office to do more research on the multitude of new faces around London. He had yet to find anything concrete, but it was enough that he was suspicious and distracted. Of course, that distraction didn't last long once the explosions started.
Death Eaters. In the middle of London. Wand slipping easily into his palm, Fabian ran out into the street, diving into the fray. It was chaos; hooded, masked figures (cowards that they were...) attacking Aurors, Hitwizards and civilians alike. Bastards. He stalked along Diagon Alley, doing his best to trap Death Eaters, shielding where he could. He'd caught a couple of splinters to the side of his face; blood ran freely down his chin, into his collar. There wasn't time to wipe it away, or try and stop the bleeding.
Confronted by another Death Eater, Fabian bared his teeth; somewhere between a smile and a snarl.
"Well, I'd hate to disappoint," he shot back, wand flicking up, a neat shield charm deflecting the hex up towards the sky.