Well, shit. He'd chosen the wrong option. He should have run for the door. He briefly considered bolting for it anyway, but that would have been dangerous — his wand was in the opposite direction as the exit, and Darrow had his wand trained on Ford. He would have been an easy target, and he still didn't really know what Darrow was capable of.

He put his hands up defensively, eyes opened wide. He didn't know what other options he had, now that he was disarmed and Darrow was moving forward. He could have ducked behind something again, but that would have only been delaying the inevitable. He couldn't leave without a wand, and he couldn't overpower Darrow without a wand, and sooner or later the other man was going to find him.

He sat on the ground, legs crossed and hands still raised. "What are you going to do?" he asked, obviously nervous.