Ok. That was gross. Exploding snake bits were now up there on the list of things Thornton never wanted to see again. Ever.
Sweat was dripping down his forehead, whether from heat or from nerves, he had no idea, but without any hair, well, it had nowhere to go but into his eyes or down his neck.
So that was pleasant.
Dragging his hand across his forehead, he tried to assess. Ok, Dante was mobile but.. not casting? The silencio had landed!
What now.. what now... did Dante know non-verbals? Or should Thornton be worried about him just.. running at him? Quick quick quick, he needed to think. Worry about wand? Or fists? The skittishness was apparent, and the inability to make a decision resulted in two spells, aimed at Dante, but with dwindling strength.
"Incarcerous! Expelliarmus!"