Snape collapsed in a broken heap on the ground. He bit back a whimper at the pain in his wrist. In his wand hand.

Yoh's words barely registered to Snape. All he could focus on was his pain and the dim need to find his wand. With his unhurt hand he groped around on the ground for where it fell. Insanely, all he could think of in his head was Accio wand, Accio wand over and over, for all the good it would do.

"She deserved it," he managed to spit out. He knew it was the wrong thing to say, but it was true. The stupid girl got what she deserved.