The Death Eaters laughed uproariously at him, and he hated them all but it was easy to ignore them. "Herm-" And then it wasn't so easy to ignore the Death Eaters. A fist struck his face and he spun and his hand flew up to clutch his jaw as pain exploded there, and another fist hit him in the small of his back and he staggered on his feet. Another, and another, the thudding explosive pain of fists driving into his battered flesh, and he couldn't even defend himself. He just fell to his knees, ducking his head to try to protect his face, and then a boot landed in his stomach and the air whooshed out of him and he clutched his abdomen, hunching over and gasping for air that wouldn't come. Another blow – the kick of a steel-capped boot to his shoulder, and a grinding cry of pain wrenched from his lips and he was driven forward, flat on his face in the rubble.