He took a small step back as they slowly approached him. Immediately the feeling of being cornered set in, and he shifted, letting out a violent snarl, the typical struggle ensuing from it. It always ended the same way, he hoped it would turn to his advantage, but never has. They had found a way to tie him down while shifted, and still restrain him when human. Ropes were tied to his wrists, ankles, and over his neck. The knots were made to expand as he shifted, but grow tighter as he struggled. He shifted, due to the pain and stress the position he was tied in put on his arms and legs. His face and hands were splattered with blood already, most not of his own. He felt the panic that being tied up gave him, and like always, struggled to get free, simply tightening the ropes. His eyes met Vlad's, muscles tensed and quivering. He began to speak at his remark about the controlling his beast, but was cut off as he began to attack. 

It started as loud growls with the occasional whimper of pain, struggling to fight off the affacked. As time progressed, however, the growls became less and less frequent, the whines and whimpers more so, the struggles weakening until finally falling unconscious, from pain alone. In general, his head, hands a and feet were left alone, due to the possibility of injury.