Mierda. A binding spell. It doesn't look like she managed to finish it, though. This will scar, but there shouldn't be any lasting effects.

[ It doesn't stop the disgusted noise in the back of his throat as he works, quickly but securely binding Tony's arms one by one to stop the bleeding. There's a momentary pause at his words, before the corner of his mouth twitches upwards. ]

I also said you were my responsibility, did I not?

[ The last bandage secured snugly, he nods towards the hallway beyond the open door. It's dark, but there's a figure visible, slumped against one wall.

There will be more, as they go on. Dead, to the last man. ]