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First, he would break Dobbs' legs. After, of course, he had properly conquered his wand from him. Then, Caradoc couldn't decide; should he dump Derek Dobb's body in the English Channel, or transfigure him to live out the rest of his short life as a toad? It was such a toss up, one included the extra step of erasing Dobb's memory of this entire affair, while the other did away with it naturally...

It would feel so fulfilling to watch Dobbs slowly drown. It would also be a bit difficult to keep tabs on a random toad that would most definitely carelessly meandering about England. What a difficult decision to make.

Caradoc's thoughts had just turned to when specifically burning down Dobb's house to the ground would fit in to this building sequence of events when he was forced to make a hard right. His chains (CHAINS!) rattled and swung heavily, and suddenly an indescribably burning rage filled him. He had been wearing these ridiculous things for almost a day now, with disdaining failure of breaking out of them, and he simply felt like this was enough. He supposed he had been relatively subduing his anger under the guise of waiting 'for the right moment' to do away with them, but now, he frankly didn't care. This was it, he was done playing along with Dobb's medieval and magic-less game.

"Oops," Caradoc let out casually, and then proceeded, after suddenly turning on his heel, to swing his clad wrists directly into the side of Derek's face. Such an act did not come with a price, however, and it was because of that swing that Caradoc lurched forward and fell to the ground. The lumbering giant had at least fallen with him, and it was with a frenzied mentality that Caradoc scrambled to tug off the cloak Dobbs had put on him. Fresh air filled his lungs again, and it was in a strangled position and manner that Caradoc dived toward Derek again, kicking his feet up to allow his hands the necessary leverage to attempt ripping Dobb's wand out of his hand.

He didn't make much progress, as Derek was being irritatingly resistant, but more significantly a voice from behind froze Caradoc in his movements (attempting of breaking Dobb's index finger) a few moments later. He had not heard that voice in many years--- Dobbs had brought him here to see her? His hands stayed locked on his hold on Derek as his mind raced. Dobbs wouldn't have been stupid enough to involve... she hadn't even been in the Order...