She screamed and fought and lashed out, anger and terror blinding her to the pain, ignoring the fact that they'd ripped her wand away and disarmed her. She had her teeth and her nails, and she flailed and punched wildly and bit down on an arm that tasted like filth hard enough to make blood well into her mouth, and they were laughing at her. That enraged her, hurt her, more than anything else.