"Oh, you have no idea," Brian sighed sarcastically. "For every one we get, we lose two.. If we could improve the odds, I would feel like I had struck a real blow against this. " He watched two teams each sending two children back to the house. Perhaps this year would be different. Perhaps they might be more effective. He saw a man he had nearly been killed by run down the street into the darkness, carrying a baby. "Don't move! Stay here!" Brian ordered. He apparated away.
He got into a heated battle with the man instantly, sending a killing curse at him. The curse missed, and the man sent back a sectumsempra without even looking back. it slashed brian hard and full across his chest. Blood went everywhere. He returned fire, still running hard, breathing hard now. He sent an ordinary garden hose out in front of his opponent and tripped him. By sheer luck alone, Brian caught the child as he fell. He used his own body to shield the baby from being hurt by his own fall. And he heard his opponent laughing as he ran into the blackness of the night. Brian wasn't sure he could get back up. He was loosing too much blood too quickly.