Howling in pain as the bludger shattered his kneecap, Beckett hissed out a few breaths as he tried to hang onto his broom and his consciousness. Falling now wouldn't do anyone any good.

Admittedly it took him longer to grin and bear it than he would have liked, but readjusting himself on the broom to help support the busted leg, he moved toward the action again and prayed this was a quick match. He moved to support the chasers pelting the keeper and added something to his plate but whacking the nearest bludger at the Moroccan keeper.

C2 -> B1