Biting down on the inside of your cheeks was probably counter productive when your arm was getting sliced apart. Same arm, of course, she'd managed to run into the death eater with a very keen mean streak, it seemed, and Emmeline could taste the blood between her teeth and tongue that she'd drawn.
But--the jerking of the injured arm (left, right, she didn't even know at this point, all the world was a blur), helped her unlatch the strap of her invisibility cloak, and in one incredibly last ditch effort as she was definitely beginning to feel the blood loss, Emmeline slammed forward, pulling out the cloak, hoping to at least, maybe, hopefully knock his wand away.
Holy hell this man was solid--she immediately flipped the cloak over her head as she attempted to speed off, praying to whatever was looking down at them that the blood from her arm got soaked up into her robes.
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