Viridiel gasped and chocked as the dark strands of magic wrapped around his throat and the holy fire frizzled around his hands.  His eyes were wide with terror as he was pulled to the midst of the death knights.  His shield shimmering as it was struck over and over again as he tried to avoid the blows.  His shield vanishing in the five seconds it took the strangulate to fade. . . He tried to get off a psychic scream before he could be silenced again. . .