He can feel the pressure crawling up his body, pressing down against against bruised skin, choking the life from him. Fear, primal and instinctive, crashes through his mind. He cranes his neck, trying to escape from that crushing force, but it only seems to press down upon him more firmly.

His head is starting to spin. Jade forces himself to focus. His arms haven't been restrained - he lifts his wand hand, Conjuring a stream of Fiendfyre in an attempt to startle Professor Rammsteiner.