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[img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/180515/97caacbceeb199a2a729638f0625a511.png[/img][hr][/center][indent]As quick as he had tossed the wand to Claire, she sprinted out of the room, his own spirit lifting as at least one of them would got out. The tossing of the wand also distracted the guard as he lifted his body up to intercept it, giving Abram a chance to slip out from underneath the large, behemoth of a man. [color=3A5057]"You should be paying attention to me,"[/color] Abram said as he sent a barrage of punches to the man's face and chest. He was about five punches in with the man's large sausage finger's overlapped Abe's fists, stopping his furry of blows, before sending one to the auror's gut.

A cough of blood and saliva was spat out by Abram as he gasped for air. Not wanting to die in whatever hell hole they were in, Abram pushed on. He wasn't about to let Claire down by sending her into the rest of the warehouse alone, he needed to pick up his feet and do whatever he could to follow her. Another punch was sent his way but this time Abram stepped back away from the reach of the guard's fists, quickly retaliating with his own lunged punch. He struck the man in the cheek, leaving an imprint, before slinging a powerful sledgehammer punch down to his forehead.

The hit was effective as the man's eyes rolled back as he fell backwards. Abram puffed heavily, knowing full well that luck was on his side. If the man was on his feet instead of still fighting on his knees the young auror would have been dead. Spitting out a bit of blood, he felt the pain in his chest finally throbbing as well as his fists from the blows he gave and received. He was an auror for a reason, magic meant that he wouldn't have to physically do anything, but not having his wand and with the wards made it impossible.

[color=3A5057]"Claire!"[/color] He said as his head snapped back to his partner. Abe sped out of the room, out to a hallway. Puzzled and dazed from the fight, he blinked furiously as he just continued on with following his gut. He wanted to call out to Claire, but he also didn't want to alarm the others that they escaped, if they hadn't already. Abram bit his lips as he peeked in room after room, holding his stomach with one hand, slugging himself along, pain throbbing all over his body.

His spirit evaporated in an instant as his body went cold. Abram stood in the doorway to one of the smaller rooms and was greeted by what looked like the man he had barely knocked out in the room they had been kept in. [color=3A5057]"What the hell."[/color] The auror said with a deep sigh. His knees were about to give up as he felt the energy lift off of his shoulders.

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