Dawlish was pinned against the ground. There was nothing he could do against the great mass of animal weighing his body down. He still struggled fruitlessly. All the while, Greyback was laughing sinisterly. Dawlish could feel his hot breath on the back of his neck. "Now Auror, I'm about to rip into your neck." He cackled maniacally. He canines slowly surrounded his neck. He could feel the pointed edge of them.
Then, for some reason. Greyback stopped and pulled his head back up. He was growling ferociously. He began to stand up. What was going on? However, Dawlish was momentarily blinded as white hot pain seared his right shoulder. It felt like something really heavy had landed on it. He felt Greyback release him and walk off.
Dawlish tried to turning his head around so that he could see what had happened. He had to twist his neck awkwardly, increasing the pain in his shoulder. He saw that he had been stabbed with a large, sharp knife. However, he could see Greyback standing over a crumpled body. It was Parker, who seemed on the edge of consciousness. He was slumped against a tree, ignoring the presence of the werewolf. His wand hung limply at his side, He must have hit Greyback with a stunning spell. However, Greyback wasn't going to be taken down by just one spell.
Dawlish realised what he had to do as Greyback bent down over Parker, who still didn't show that there was a dangerous werewolf next to him. Dawlish reached his arm around and grabbed onto the hilt of the knife. He grabbed on, and gulped loudly. He anticipated the pain.
Greyback swiped at Parker, leaving long gashes across his face. Dawlish pulled on the knife, and screamed in agony. His vision began to black out. No. Don't fall asleep. The pain began to increase. An image of his family popped into his head. He gave one final yank and the knife came free. The pain subsided but he felt a warm liquid gushing out over his back. He ignored it.
He lay on his back and held the blood-soaked knife in front of him. He felt himself becoming weak. Here goes, he thought. Then he threw it.
It was out of his hands now. If the knife missed, they would lose. If it hit he had a chance.
Greyback closed in on Parker. His jaws mere millimetres from Parker.
The world seemed to slow down as Dawlish watched the arc of the knife. It was spinning and spinning. He was sure it was about to drop short. But it soared towards Greyback then plunged into his back. Greyback roared horrifically and reared up. He ran towards Dawlish in anger, teeth bared. He came closer and closer. He now closed in on Dawlish, spread out on the floor.
Dawlish, the sent a tripping spell at Greyback who crashed into the mud. Dawlish then fired several stunning spells at his face and then he stopped moving.
