There's a hiss of something cutting through the air following the flick of Lucius' wand - launched like snakes, black ropes spiral with intent through the air towards the third man standing in the room. They land hard enough to lash skin, coiling around wrists and snapping them together, reaching out to bind around his throat as quick as lightning to catch him in their tangled clasp. There's a clatter as the weapon in hand falls as fingers try to pry loose the rope choking him, and then twin duller thuds as knees find the ground.

The talisman is summoned in kind and caught in the split second after Severus obtains the other from the woman.

His wand points for the door, then. It is convenient that they are coming to them, he thinks, more or less calm at the chaotic sound of many footfalls and shouting, if stiffly alert. He flashes first a disarming charm at the first sign of movement; the stunning spell proving to be only a fifty-fifty thing.