It was a strange pressure, and he knew something was wrong half a moment before he was unable to breathe. His right hand went instinctually to this throat, but there was no pressure there.

There were two things to do, and he had to decide quickly. Run, or stay and fight. He closed his eyes. He didn't dare waste what breath he had on a spell.

Which left one option.

His fingers found the catch in his cane, and in a quick movement, pulled the spellblade that was concealed in the shaft. It was a simple blade, but it glowed fiery colors (because Power Torrent ruins everything). He held it at the ready, raising a brow at Artemis.

Hopefully the other man would get the point.