George's breath came fast, heart thumping so hard that he could feel it vibrating through him. His instincts were screaming a thousand different instructions to him and contradicting each other. He had to fight back, except this was Padraig. But it wasn't Padraig, it was just a shell wearing his face, but that shell was keeping him captive. That shell had thrown away the key.
George closed his eyes and concentrated. His sword sprang into his hand, the familiar weight of it as comforting as a security blanket. His hand whipped up and he laid the sword at Padraig's neck.