Cho hopped back and fell against the stairs, sitting down with a bump, eyes wide as she stared at the two boys. The air resounded with grunts of pain, both from the pathetically weak damage they were inflicting on each other now, and from the wounds they had sustained earlier. Draco ended up on top of Ron – his broken arm was strapped to his chest in a sling but his other arm was still useable. He forced it down against Ron’s throat.