[ The frenzy escalated so quickly that Armand's been caught off guard, the shades clawing and grabbing and pulling at him faster than he can slap away or dodge. Perhaps they can sense the strength of their victims, evolve to match it, to overpower it - the thought sends cool dread through him. Worst of all, the shadow being are beginning to coalesce into well...other beings. None that he knows intimately - not yet at least - but creatures with white faces and black hoods and dear god... No.
Armand's heart is already pounding from the efforts of defending himself, but it begins to truly race as this deluge of creatures echo a time and memory he would rather forget. He tries not the panic, focuses on fighting back - he's so much stronger now - no fresh faced fledgling here, he's destroyed covens. But that was with all his strength, with a full belly and the command of his powers. He feel's this weakness, this fatigue and surely whatever force that's brought them here knows what he can do, engineered it so and surpassed it..
That really does send him into a spiral and he shoves the nearest being off him with a growl, looking for Lestat once more and seeing his pale hand thrust into the circle of creatures around him. Armand's heart swells for a split second and he snatches for that dear limb, desperate suddenly to not be alone, to not be cornered so. Unfortunately though, it's all the opening the shades need and suddenly they are on him, hands in his hair, arms around his waist, dragging him back, restraining him as much as they tear at his skin, intent on wrestling him to the floor to devour it seems.
Armand struggles furiously against them, fangs bared, limbs breaking under his fists, but it's not enough and truly, all he can see is that pale face and fall of blonde hair and suddenly he is again Amadeo being torn from his master. ]
No! Dear god, not again!
[ His mother tongue, anguished as the words are torn from him, as he curses and squirms. Please no, please don't leave me again! His mind calls out, even as tears flood his vision and he fights on. ]
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Armand's heart is already pounding from the efforts of defending himself, but it begins to truly race as this deluge of creatures echo a time and memory he would rather forget. He tries not the panic, focuses on fighting back - he's so much stronger now - no fresh faced fledgling here, he's destroyed covens. But that was with all his strength, with a full belly and the command of his powers. He feel's this weakness, this fatigue and surely whatever force that's brought them here knows what he can do, engineered it so and surpassed it..
That really does send him into a spiral and he shoves the nearest being off him with a growl, looking for Lestat once more and seeing his pale hand thrust into the circle of creatures around him. Armand's heart swells for a split second and he snatches for that dear limb, desperate suddenly to not be alone, to not be cornered so.
Unfortunately though, it's all the opening the shades need and suddenly they are on him, hands in his hair, arms around his waist, dragging him back, restraining him as much as they tear at his skin, intent on wrestling him to the floor to devour it seems.
Armand struggles furiously against them, fangs bared, limbs breaking under his fists, but it's not enough and truly, all he can see is that pale face and fall of blonde hair and suddenly he is again Amadeo being torn from his master. ]
No! Dear god, not again!
[ His mother tongue, anguished as the words are torn from him, as he curses and squirms. Please no, please don't leave me again! His mind calls out, even as tears flood his vision and he fights on. ]