With one hand on the wound, he used the other to send colored sparks toward Jean. She avoided all of them. He growled and launched himself towards the woman. Seeing his opportunity, Evan tackled him, wrapping his arms around him like he was on the footy field, and tackled the man to the ground. He straddled Dolohov and punched him hard and fast. He didn’t stop until he felt a hand on his shoulder. "Evan you can stop. He’s out cold."