A grin splits Sirius' face--brief, fleeting, mad--because of course, of bloody course the massive bear is quicker than it seems, and he's just antagonised it. This is what he does.
Bri ll ia nt.
But it's bought time enough for most of the others to slip past and go after the furtive little noises, and anyways, it's not as if Sirius is going to die from being torn apart by some massive bear in space. That's preposterous.
He jumps back, agile despite injury, and runs--and over his shoulder, he fires off another stinging jinx--this one aimed for the forepaws, and then another cut, sideways, at the legs--to get a stumble out of that pursuit, if nothing else. The floor is slick under his feet, slick enough in one space that he nearly trips--but he catches himself and turns the stumble into a twist, sideways--another gust of wind, and it slams into the bear, with a force at the end like a slap from some massive hand.
"Oi, Doctor Miss Vines!" Sirius shouts, over the roar of the bear--angry, injured, angry-- "How d'you feel about trussing up a bear? 'Cos I've got one for you--"
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Bri ll ia nt.
But it's bought time enough for most of the others to slip past and go after the furtive little noises, and anyways, it's not as if Sirius is going to die from being torn apart by some massive bear in space. That's preposterous.
He jumps back, agile despite injury, and runs--and over his shoulder, he fires off another stinging jinx--this one aimed for the forepaws, and then another cut, sideways, at the legs--to get a stumble out of that pursuit, if nothing else. The floor is slick under his feet, slick enough in one space that he nearly trips--but he catches himself and turns the stumble into a twist, sideways--another gust of wind, and it slams into the bear, with a force at the end like a slap from some massive hand.
"Oi, Doctor Miss Vines!" Sirius shouts, over the roar of the bear--angry, injured, angry-- "How d'you feel about trussing up a bear? 'Cos I've got one for you--"