A thrill of adrenaline refreshed Fredericks wiry body as his spell tucked in around his opponents will. He was dropped off the wall as the Aurors concentration moved elsewhere, just barely catching himself on the landing. But land he did, and on the balls of his feet. Catlike. With a swoosh of the robes, no less.

He never dropped his eye contact, even when the red glare of a stunning spell went zipping through the air toward one of his comrades. Frederick focused his mind and gaze solely on his pet, bending the man to his task. And then the tired will rose up once more, and after the most idiotically brief of struggles Frederick lost his control again. The whiplike psychic retaliation spread the beginnings of a migraine across his forehead as this anti-Imperius marvel came rebounding with an attack.

Frederick was not happy. He didnt normally have to do this much work. Normally, his targets struggled a bit and then doomed themselves. No one resisted his will! The wiry man flung his arm forward toward the ropes, and according to the nature of the spell they wrapped around the first body part they met. A powerful constriction threatened the bloodflow in that arm, and obediently he dropped it, raising his wand-arm. With a raging glare in his dark green eyes, Frederick shrieked his command. Safety for himself was out of question. He would ensnare his target, by Merlin's staff he would!

Imperio!