Nymphadora's hand buzzed with pain but she refused to drop the gun.  To the contrary, her fear and pain seemed to be charging her with unexpected energy.  She moved and twisted as much as by instinct as anything else, not the least of which the Matron's Mark which shot another surge of energy right through her legs, causing her to almost involuntarily jerk in another direction.  "Eeeeeek! This isn't happening!"<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>