The twitch of her muscles sent Jason van Zyl hurling himself at the wall, behind a heap of trash bins as he watched the green light explode out from the woman's wand. 'Jesus,' he whispered to the violent electric crack that leveled the street in front of him. He had less than a second to react to her movement and he had made the right choice in cutting off his smugness right there. It wasn't even a second between himself and death this time. Of course, his luck wasn't exactly what one would call perfect in this incident.
In his haste to prevent getting brutally murdered and left to be gorged upon my sewer rats Jason has failed to protect his wand from and sort of damage and it rested in his hands cracking lightly and hanging together only by a few sinews of wood, and it's dragon heart-string core. He tried to avoid cursing audibly as he felt his knees and palms bleeding from his slide on the gravelly street. That would have the shark thinking it was a job well done. Time to catch her off guard. He did all he could not to breathe.
He heard her shoes on the ground, she was moving though his ears were ringing from the blast and he could not tell where they were heading towards. Perhaps to check out the body, and perhaps to let her cowardly assistant know that she was not messing around either way. He was not going to let the woman get away with this. Not now, and not ever. People had tried to kill him in cold blood before, but none had expected him to die this easily, and frankly he was insulted by her confidence. You didn't shoot Jason once and expect him to stay down.
The broken wand presented a problem. It couldn't be trusted in this state. He looked at it, his brain whirring. Despite all of his violent mannerisms, if Jason had gone to Hogwarts he would have been in Ravenclaw. He knew if he sent a killing curse there was a good chance it would mostly explode the alley and vaporize everyone present, including himself. He didn't have any tape or glue handy, of course. He held his wand around the centre, hoping to keep the core in one piece long enough to fire a curse off. If he could get her off her feet, there was a chance that he could...
He paused and looked around for something he could club the woman with. A rock. A rock would do. He'd have to get really close, or be a fucking crack shot with his aim or risk death. Something else, fuck he did not have much more time before his breathing gave him away as for sure alive. He slid his fingers over the cracked pavement his fingers resting on a board. He paused. This just might do it. Only the problem of the other man remained and at this point, he was going to take the chance that he would be too busy wetting himself to be much of a threat when zombie Jason returned from the grave to deliver some punishment. Here goes nothing.
Lithely pushing himself to his feet with his now bleeding hands Jason, gripping what thankfully turned out to be a rotting two by four, he staggered a bit from the weakness in his knees but fired a stunning curse. His aim was true which, if he was thinking about it could probably be chalked up as his second miracle of the night. From there it was only three of his long strides to where the witch had hit the opposing wall like a rag doll; he dropped his broken wand in his haste. The South African cracked her once, harshly in the skull with his two by four, grunting with the effort, the weapon slippery in his bloody hands. She wasn't dead, he paused before hitting her several times in the rib cage and stamping on her wrist. "Try it again," he snarled loudly. "Oy, bitch, try it again!"
His own blood, and now 'Desdemona's' on his face, Jason remembered her little friend and he whirled on his heel, blue eyes deranged with blood lust and fury he snarled at the other Death Eater "You have a problem, man?" His broken wand crackling on the pavement. "Oy," He waved the two-by-four aggressively. "Do. You. Have. A. Fucking. Problem?"
