Immobilize the fellowship

The Red King whirled toward me in a fury, and those black eyes pressed down upon me with all the crushing weight of the ages. I was driven to my knees by a blanket of pure will - and not just will, but horrible pain, pain that originated not in my body but in the nerves themselves - pain I was helpless to resist.
I heard someone shout, "Harry!" and saw the masked figures upon the temple with the Red King step forward. A gun went off, and then someone screamed. I heard a bellow, and looked up to see my friends and my godmother facing the masked Lords of Outer Night. Sanya was on his feet but motionless, grimly clutching Esperacchius in both hands. Murphy was on one knee and had dropped her P-90. One hand was moving slowly, determinedly toward the sword on her back. Martin was on the ground.
I couldn't see any of the others. I couldn't turn my head far enough. But nobody was up to fighting. None of us could move beneath the horrible pressure of will of the Red King and the Lords of Outer Night.
"Insolent beast," snarled the Red King. "Die in agony." He seized another guard by his jaguar skin and jerked him close, as if the brawny vampire had been a child. "Need I repeat myself?" he seethed, and shoved his bloodstained ritual knife into the warrior's hands. "Place that child upon the altar and kill her."

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Guys like the Red King just don't know when to shut up.
I fought to raise my hand, and it was more effort than anything I'd done that night. My hand shook and shook harder, but finally moved six inches, to touch the surface of the skull in the cloth bag on my hips.
Bob! I screamed, purely in my head, as I would have using Ebenezar's sending stone.
Hell's bells, he replied. You don't have to scream. I'm right here.
I need a shield. Something to ward off his will. I figure this is a spiritual attack. A spirit should be able to counter it.
Oh, sure. But no can do from in here, boss, Bob said.

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