Dolohov's blade went from my hips to his own neck, eyes warily fixed on mine. "You won't do this to me. You can't, you're too weak, muddy's..." His voice gurgled as blood gushed into his larynx, bubbles of air frothing out of the wound as blood slowly seeped into his lungs. He looked down at me, surprised that I was able to cast an Unforgivable without a wand as he felt his hand move over and over, sinking deep into his neck as his hot blood squirted out with each desperate beat of his heart until he fell over, drowning slowly from within.