Grayson laughed harshly and shoved the man hard in the middle of the chest, hoping to at least put him off balance for the moment so that he could shove him harder.
He licked his lips with anticipation and moved in for a hard swing toward Leo's jaw. As much as Grayson loved his spells, he was always in it for a little hand-to-hand -- it was easier for him to control just how much damage he was doing as long as he could feel the wounds and blood beneath his fingers, after all.
And that was ... for the best. He didn't think the Dark Lord would approve of him accidentally killing someone. He didn't respond verbally to the question, merely swung harder at Xenophilius' jaw.
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