Caradoc stared up at the witch before him, finding that it was twice now in the past twenty-four hours he found himself caught off guard. Dobbs had carted him out here to her? Her, her, the one that should be the farthest away from all of this-- her. Distracted by Rachel's presence, greedy to take her in with these eyes after so long, Caradoc fell limp against Derek's grip.
It wasn't he felt his back pinned to the ground and a wand jutting into the side of his neck that his stupor broke, and Caradoc snapped back to life. Silently, he was relieved to have his attentions forced elsewhere.
"Idiot!" he cried out, and promptly began to struggle against Derek's lumbering weight again. Must Dobbs be so bloody gigantic and fat? Caradoc's lip curled upward.
"Bringing her here!" he hissed, attempting his very best at drawing his own knees up to unbalance the sack of cauldrons weighing down on him. When that failed, Caradoc's hands shot up to claw at Derek's face. "Isn't there some rule in your ratty hit-wizard bible about involving innocent bystanders in---"
And, again, for the second time in twenty-four hours, Caradoc found himself knocked unconscious in the care of Derek Dobbs. Albeit a bit differently, he supposed he could say being stunned was a bit more humane than being choked, but Caradoc still found being knocked unconscious when he had select things to execute incredibly exasperating. His body finally relaxed with a great sigh.
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