Oh heck no! He wasn’t about to lose all these stones after all he went through…
He gripped the pot on his head just to keep it from tilting over completely and throwing out all its contents. But because of that he was only half paying attention to his broom, which was now wavering towards the ominous grey haze where rocks zipped and zoomed mercilessly. Finding no other way to free his other hand he pressed his knees against the broom shaft then shifted his hand to the strap, trying to adjust it so the cauldron can sit properly back on his head.
--PING! -- PING!
PING! PING! PING! PING! PING!
Oh no! He’s back in the midst of the rock storm!