Derek growled, trying to pin the man. "Stiles - sit down or - just - do something!" he snapped, glaring down at the man trying to worm out from beneath him.
There was something familiar about the eyes that gave him a moment to pause, and that gave the Death Eater enough of a chance to flip them and get Derek on his back.
"You never could win against me, Derek," he rasped, voice muffled behind the mask but enough to make Derek freeze, heart stopping in his chest before starting up again double time. He knew that voice, or, he had, many years ago when it had been filled with warmth and kindness and love. Now...Derek swallowed, fear rising up inside of him.