[ Lestat hears Armand and spins, mind reaching out automatically to search for his brother in the blood, to see where he is through his eyes-- and what he sees are the blank faces of those things baring down on him, drawing back their too-long limbs to strike him.
He smells the blood before he sees it, and he shakes his vision clear to watch as the things pile in on Armand's form, grouping like so many flies on the corpse of something long dead, desperate to weave in and take a piece of flesh for themselves.
He grabs the nearest thing to him by the back of the neck with a fierce snarl, claws digging in before he kicks it away and grabs for the next one-- body after body being thrown hard against the wall or the floor or into an empty doorway-- desperate to carve a path for himself through the throng so that he can get to Armand, following the scent of his blood.
When he sees him, he reaches out a hand for Armand to take - just one touch and he can pull him back and get them both out of here before the surge overwhelms them both again. ]
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He smells the blood before he sees it, and he shakes his vision clear to watch as the things pile in on Armand's form, grouping like so many flies on the corpse of something long dead, desperate to weave in and take a piece of flesh for themselves.
He grabs the nearest thing to him by the back of the neck with a fierce snarl, claws digging in before he kicks it away and grabs for the next one-- body after body being thrown hard against the wall or the floor or into an empty doorway-- desperate to carve a path for himself through the throng so that he can get to Armand, following the scent of his blood.
When he sees him, he reaches out a hand for Armand to take - just one touch and he can pull him back and get them both out of here before the surge overwhelms them both again. ]