"Yeah. We should go soon, but I want to check that stairway before we go," he said. When they finished in the treatment room, he headed down the stairs, and, at first he didn't see a thing. Then he lifted the lid on the trash can, and inside he saw some unused oxygen masks in their sterile packaging still. He laughed.
"Well, okay. This proves impulsivity. Looks like they took the oxygen masks, decided they didn't need them, and they tossed them out," Angus said. "So it looks more and more like it was a dash-and-grab.
As he was turning to look at Ruby, things went off the rails all at once. He saw a very large man coming up on Ruby from behind, a wand pointed right at her.
"Don't move," he said to her. And as he spoke, someone grabbed him from behind, an arm around his neck, a wand jabbed into his neck from the other side. And he smelled perfume. a lot of it. "Moira," he sighed, wrinkling his nose, "you know, I like patchouli but not that damned much. Damn, Girl. You stink."
"Then I'll just take care of you right now," she hissed in his ear, "and then I won't have to listen to your mouth, Asshat."
"You can try," he told her. He heard a soft snapping sound behind him, and he knew that sound. It was the snap of a switchblade. He didn't hesitate. He deliberately jerked his head backwards so that it slammed hard into Moira's withe a loud crack. She cried out sharply, surprised. It made Angus's own head spin hard for a moment, but he didn't have time to pay attention to it. He stomped hard on both of her feet, with his full weight boring into her feet. She shouted obscenities out to him, as he then kicked his foot back, hard, right where he knew it would cause her some serious discomfort. It made her let go of him immediately, crumpling to the floor.
"Duck!" he told Ruby, firing a powerful blast wandless magic right into the face of the man who was behind her.