You have been cornered. Well, ‘were’ would be a better term. You were currently kneeling down in exhaustion, you’re wand in pieces with an irritated and menacing Mash protectively standing in front of you.

He’s gotten all of the bullies down on their knees, hunched in great pain as his hands were curled into bulging fists.

“You don’t touch my friends. Understood?” He deadpanned, his words indicating that he’s willing to knock them over again. With his fists.