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Originally Posted by
The Narrator 
You've taken quite a beating and it just keeps coming as the bowtruckles continue to claw at you, especially your face and wand hand.
Your spell summons every fairy egg in the cavern, sending them flying toward you. Most smash into trees, but about a dozen head your way.
Hope you have to some way to catch them, or they'll smash into you.
Continuing to cover his face, his eyes may have been safe but his right arm was beginning to feel as if it were on fire. Standing up, swaying a bit from the pounding headache and throbbing pain in his jaw and head, he swatted and swung at the bowtruckles, thinking he just had to get out of this tree and perhaps into the water; to get away from the dangerous creatures.
It was only when the sound of little thuds and splatters nearby did he pause and uncover his face to see what was going on. What!?
Glancing behind himself, he watched as little ground things flew in the air, some hitting trees along their path and others heading straight towards him. Continuing to kick and claw his own hands at the creatures attacking him, he made his way to the end of the branch as much as he could, holding the one above him for balance. A move that opened up a whole new side of him on his left, but he needed these fairy eggs.
"Immobulus!" he shouted, the tears welling up in his eyes once more as he pointed his wand towards the eggs.
Blinking hurriedly to try and get the sweat out of his eyes, he raised his wand again; just to be on the safe side that he had least got a few of the eggs.
"Aresto Momentum!" Noel needed those things! Or else he was going to be sprinting out of the cave, if he ever did, with a trail of bowtruckles attacking him.
His speech on the other hand, would probably be gone by the time he made it out. It was starting to hurt too much to even breathe through his mouth.