Unlike the cloaked man, Fallon was mainly casting spells designed to temporarily impair, not kill. It wasn't that she was afraid of killing a murderer, but that she was terrified of hitting the muggle woman. By now, the woman seemed to have realized something was amiss, for the squeals of terror were hard to ignore. The oblivator who worked on her was going to have to do one hell of a job.

Fallon rolled behind a crate of produce and winced as the shattering wood caused a nasty gash in her arm. Blood dripped down her wand hand as she continued to battle.

The disarming charm came out of nowhere, and Fallon used the distraction to stun the suspect. She sagged against the crates for a minute as he fell to the ground, his grip on the woman released. Then, not even a minute after he was down, she was securing his restraints. Throwing a glance over her shoulder, Fallon said to the oaf, "thanks."