Non-verbal, how completely annoying. Grayson continued to approach the other man with a frown, flexing his fingers around the hilt of the knife once more and then full-out lunging forward. There was no slashing today, though -- he was going for impalement. No need to make things ... well, harder than they really had to be.
The fire was a sure way to keep other Death Eaters from approaching their little game, he hoped -- nobody really wanted to put themselves at an unnecessary risk unless they were going to get something in return, and the smoke would soon enough cloud the fact that Caradoc Dearborn was the one who was hiding in the smog.
He wasn't going to get away that easily. Grayson let out a wheezing laugh from beneath the mask. "You're irritatingly hard to kill, Caradoc."
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