The sword struck the ring, and in an instant, an enormous gust of black smoke escaped it and blasted Draco away from the Dark Lord. He landed heavily on his back, but his tight grip around the handle of the sword never faltered. He peered down the length of his body and found the Dark Lord howling and screaming in rage and pain, clutching his mangled hand to his chest. His eyes snapped to Draco, and he snarled.