Strahd wrapped himself around her mind, taking the brunt of the telepathic attack. His hands rubbed the sides of his head and he winced in pain, ~Please Elizabeth... hurry.~ He growled loudly, fighting to keep his focus. The only thing he could do to help her was shield her and he would not lose his focus and let the demon take her. His own demon was easy to fight, but hers was foreign to him. He growled again, his hands clenching into fists and his incisors lengthening. ~Please... come on... you know and I know... you can do this...~
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