A small light went off and Ron was blasted a few meters away, his body contacting the hard floor and his grunts filling the space. He groaned from pain, gripping his ribs, familiar pain surrounding him. Those were defiantly cracked. "Don't come closer, Ronald, or it will be I who will kill you. Brother or not." She said and moved towards the door, ignoring his silent cries of pain. Her face hard and neck already bruising.