Nabil tried to fly out of the way of the bludger, but it struck him right in the arm that was carrying the quaffle. With a loud hiss, he fumbled a bit, nearly toppled off his broomstick, and promptly lost the ball. With a scowl, the youngster watched it rapidly drop toward the ground.
"Ya Ibn el Sharmouta!*"
He shook his arm out. That was going to bruise right to the bone.
**Son of a bitch
"Ya Ibn el Sharmouta!*"
He shook his arm out. That was going to bruise right to the bone.
**Son of a bitch