"Thanks," Ron gasped again, scrambling upright, eyes bright and shocked in his blood-smeared face, and then he was moving off, further down the ragged line that the Order was forming in their efforts to fight their way past the Death Eaters and toward the door. It made them too vulnerable though, too easy to pick off outnumbered as they were, and shouts rang down the line to split up, to go for cover and get to the door.