Boring they might be, but fire like oxygen and unlike the other people in this room, Bain didn’t need to breathe. So effective? Yes, but more than that, it was a tactful move. And fire spells had always been one of his strengths. And what else was a tactful move? Ronan’s Brachiabindo spell. Water splashed his face as the fire rope hit the icy cold air created by Ronan’s freezing spell. A moment later, he felt the cords wrap around his upper arms.
He managed to point his wand at his chest and mutter Emancipare. As the bindings around his arms fell free, felt more wrap around his ankles. Only he realized it too late and took a step forward - face planting on the ground with a loud crash. Or was that the table?
A second later, debris from the blocked entrance rained down on him. He could move, but not much. A beam had pinned him between the shoulder blades. His growling got louder and louder, the longer he was trapped under the stones.
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