A Muggle put his rifle to my sons head, even as he begged for his life. The crack of his rifle exploded thick viscous red all over me as another gunshot killed another wizard on the other side of me. I fell and huddled into a fetal position, focusing my rage and magical reserves as I wandlessly cast an explosion curse directly at Gornuk and the armed Muggles. I didn't care about getting bloody anymore as I rolled away from the blast, crawling before I could get up and staggered away. I couldn't hear anything in my left ear and blinked blood out of my vision as more spell-fire came before me.