I can do this all day.
Zavien watched in awe as Deimos seamlessly compressed the ice into a constricting cage, pinning the man's limbs against the side despite his thrashing. All without the slightest expression of struggling. And he could do nothing but watch in awe. When the drunkard was finally unable to maneuver enough to strike, Zavien approached the opening. As expected, the Warden had thought of everything, even the window was perfectly placed to allow the Dragoon to secure the man's hands.
When he grabbed the first wrist, the man tried to jerk away, only pushing his shoulder harder against the unwavering ice. He cursed, but it was muffled with his face pressed against the frozen wall. As he wrapped the leather around one arm, Zavien said firmly, "The harder you fight, the more trouble you'll find in the Needle." It didn't seem to decrease the struggling, but it added a glint of fear to the man's eyes as he tied the strap securely. He wouldn't be getting out of it easily.
With both wrists tightly bound within his grasp, he turned to Deimos and nodded. "I'm ready. Let's get this guy out of here."
When he grabbed the first wrist, the man tried to jerk away, only pushing his shoulder harder against the unwavering ice. He cursed, but it was muffled with his face pressed against the frozen wall. As he wrapped the leather around one arm, Zavien said firmly, "The harder you fight, the more trouble you'll find in the Needle." It didn't seem to decrease the struggling, but it added a glint of fear to the man's eyes as he tied the strap securely. He wouldn't be getting out of it easily.
With both wrists tightly bound within his grasp, he turned to Deimos and nodded. "I'm ready. Let's get this guy out of here."
Zavien
