Nick's cutting charm nicked the sides of Chester's robes as he tried to move out of the way of his spell. Finally. Something challenging. Only he didn't notice the blasting curse Nick sent until the bricks were falling down over his head. He threw his arms over his head trying to protect it from even more damage when a large piece of the wall hit his arm resulting in a sickening crack, then another brick catching his shoulder.
"Mother Fucker" Chester hissed out in pain as he took a look at his arm that was sticking out at odd angle. His fucking wand arm. The arm with his fucking dark mark. Which meant he couldn't get that healed at Mungo's. Fuck he couldn't go to Mungo's at all now because they sure as hell weren't going to look at his head wound and just let his arm be.
He quickly snatched his wand that he dropped off the ground with his right hand and sent a Conjunctivitis Curse at the man. He really couldn't perform it just right with his right hand, but he really didn't care if he fucked it up and blinded the man for life or not. It wasn't going to last much longer anyways. He set of a string of badly formed hexes at the man. He'd like to see him try to dodge them now. Fucker. Chester would teach him to meddle in his business.
Chester started to sway just as he was just about to send another set curses at the man. He pressed his palm to his forehead, trying to continue to ignore the headache that had been steadily growing worse. Maybe this just wasn't worth his time anymore. He turned away from the stumbling man and stalked off. "Have fun trying to find you're way through this mess." he called over his shoulder as he made his way through the rumble.
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