[Dixon lifts his shield to try and deflect the curse, but he's just a fraction too slow. Instead of throwing him backwards, for a second he things it might have just straight-up not affected him, until very suddenly he's pitched forward as his legs decide to just take a sick day on him. He hits the ground hard as this weird masked bitch taunts him like they're on a playground.
Honestly, that pisses him off more than the curse. His fall has brought him close enough to nearly reach her, and from on his stomach he swings his arm out, shield strapped to it, at her ankles. The shield's sharp enough to cut through bone, and with the effort he puts into it it slices three-quarters of the way through one of the Death Eater's ankles.]
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Honestly, that pisses him off more than the curse. His fall has brought him close enough to nearly reach her, and from on his stomach he swings his arm out, shield strapped to it, at her ankles. The shield's sharp enough to cut through bone, and with the effort he puts into it it slices three-quarters of the way through one of the Death Eater's ankles.]
Dragon! Mind doing something here?