Crabbe grabs my left wrist trying to pull me against him, before he succeeds I punch his nose and feel it crack. He pushes me away and grabs his nose. Goyle is a bit smarter and grabs both my wrists behind my back, but he doesn’t have enough strength to hold me still. I stamp on his foot and when he bows in pain I throw my head back against his nose, I swirl around and punch him on the jaw. 