SUCCESS.

Dylan may or may not have paused to do a little victory dance in which he'd momentarily gotten distracted. So, yea...That violent Flipendo! Beezus had just slung his way? It hit the Slytherin straight in the chest...sending him sailing backwards in a massive ball of blonde hair and black robes. Luckily, he did have the presence of mind to case a weak cushioning charm on the floor before landing...He couldn't remember if it already had one in place...

Dylan still landed hard, though, his head knocking back against the floor. Stars erupted in front of his eyes...and he had to blink several times before he could actually SEE again...

However, he did HEAR her shouting the second spell...and seeing or not, Dylan whipped his wand around, upward-flicking, not needing to see to cast another "PROTEGO!"

Merlin...his head...

Evasive action first...He concentrated his energy...pounding head and all. Focusing on the shield he was about to perform...because he'd need it to be strong...just until he could get himself right...Dylan blearily looked across the way to Beezus, groaning. "...............Good one...." His tone was painted with his pain and discomfort.

...and then there was zig-zag motions...and the Slytherin Captain was tossing up magic up around him. "Impiriano!" With the utterance of the spell, it was like a glove had fitted over his skin, contouring to fit his form perfectly. Now...he could continue...

Ugh...."Redactum Skullus!" Yea, non-verbals were out. His head was KILLING him...