Dixon, [he says, clarifying nothing.] And stay down.
[As if to punctuate that statement, a spell zooms over head and cracks like a gunshot. Whether Harper listens to him or not, Dixon stops holding him down and just goes corpse-like, barely holding on to consciousness for a second. He remembers dimly that he took a knife to the back, that maybe that's something people generally get a little worried about.
He walks that tightrope between struggling for calm and struggling for alertness. Nearly falls off either side. Doesn't. Gets his bearings enough to talk again.]
Don't you dare start screaming at me or getting all bitey again.
[He doesn't know what the hell Harper saw, nor has he had enough time in this whole dogfight to really understand what's going on with the Dementors. They seem familiar, but he can't place them. It all seems very secondary to the immediate concern, which is getting the heck out of there and to the woods - which he imagines will be more difficult if Harper falls back into that shrieking catatonia.
Another spell goes screaming overhead. He rolls off Harper and gets to his knees.]
You run to the woods. I'm gonna throw a rock at these sons of bitches. [He actually picks up a baseball-sized rock, because he's dead serious, and there is at least some stupid logic going on where he thinks he's going to distract them long enough for Harper to make a run for it. It's also just a pretty dumb idea.]
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[As if to punctuate that statement, a spell zooms over head and cracks like a gunshot. Whether Harper listens to him or not, Dixon stops holding him down and just goes corpse-like, barely holding on to consciousness for a second. He remembers dimly that he took a knife to the back, that maybe that's something people generally get a little worried about.
He walks that tightrope between struggling for calm and struggling for alertness. Nearly falls off either side. Doesn't. Gets his bearings enough to talk again.]
Don't you dare start screaming at me or getting all bitey again.
[He doesn't know what the hell Harper saw, nor has he had enough time in this whole dogfight to really understand what's going on with the Dementors. They seem familiar, but he can't place them. It all seems very secondary to the immediate concern, which is getting the heck out of there and to the woods - which he imagines will be more difficult if Harper falls back into that shrieking catatonia.
Another spell goes screaming overhead. He rolls off Harper and gets to his knees.]
You run to the woods. I'm gonna throw a rock at these sons of bitches. [He actually picks up a baseball-sized rock, because he's dead serious, and there is at least some stupid logic going on where he thinks he's going to distract them long enough for Harper to make a run for it. It's also just a pretty dumb idea.]