"Move! Move!" he screamed at the two unharmed soldiers, waving the gun toward the door in a clear directive. "Get the fuck out!" Hermione realised what he was doing foggily, as though she was watching it unfold from a very great distance. It was smart, she thought almost absently. A gun was something that the soldiers understood as threatening, unlike a wand, which to a Muggle was just a little stick of course. She blinked, vision blurring and head swimming, and threw up yet again – a weak spatter of bile that made her throat and eyes and nose burn, and her mouth taste utterly foul. She stumbled to her feet, pointing her wand at Kiam's two remaining men, a clear threat in her eyes. If they moved, she would – well, she probably wouldn't kill them, but Truffle might and she was up with her wand aimed at the pair of them too.