Sebastian pulls out a small pocket knife that he handles with ease and confidence before drawing a line over the pad of his thumb and cupping his hand to catch the few drops that spring up. Once he's satisfied with the quantity of blood, he stills himself, focuses, and whispers the incantation to bring his patronus into being.

It is the one spell he has left and as the manticore forms between them, it's image is still strong, sharp and clear. "You get anything?"