They moved as one, clambering to their feet, Draco winded by the blast of magic that had had him landing painfully on his back, the Dark Lord stumbling and slipping on his own blood. They emerged upright as one and Draco wasted no time on second guessing himself or his course of action. He rushed forwards once more, the sword of Gryffindor raised high above his head again, this time preparing to bring it down on the Dark Lord at the junction where his shoulder met his neck.