At first he could bear it. The punch, while unexpected, was nothing he hadn't dealt with before. He sat with her jaw clenched, determined not to let these bastards break him.
Lucius' hex with harder, but his mother had been very fond of it and he'd learned to block the feeling of his blood practically boiling in his veins. He gritted his teeth and glared up at Lucius, as if daring him to do his worst.
The lightning took him by surprise. He'd been so focused, so tense, that the tremors didn't even register at first. But suddenly his entire body was taught as a bowstring and every muscle was vibrating and snapping like rubberbands. The pain that followed a moment later set him keening, every hair on his body standing on end as he shook and shook and shook....