Each constrained breath was a torture, each heartbeat a small eternity as he trembled within the confines of the vines, fighting back the red rage and panic that threatened to overwhelm him in the balance of each passing second. What he held on to wasn't true clarity so much as a leash on the violence that pressed against his ribs from within, threatening to spill out in a thrashing, writhing paroxysm that would either tear plants or his own muscles in his desperation to break free. It wasn't a conscious response to call forth the paralyzing breath of a silver dragon from his own world - at first he didn't even realize what was happening, not until some of the weight in his chest seemed to ease as pressure within him whispered out to freeze his opponent, as he himself had been frozen, trapped within his own body.
He didn't know what was happening until Remi fell nearby, and Jigano rolled a brightly opalescent eye to follow the sound. He couldn't see the alchemist well given his own gift-wrapped state, but that was solved a moment later as a familiar voice pushed through the haze of fear and rage and coalesced into recognizable words in his mind. The dragon snorted, exhaling the last of the gas through his teeth before sucking in a fresh breath and latching onto the puzzle with the desperation of one who needed a distraction from the clamoring panic at the edges of his own mental voice. Ah... I think... the silver dragons of my world... most of them breathed ice, but some could breathe a paralyzing gas?" he hazarded, unable to stop himself form shifting and squirming within the living prison he was still bound by. Release me, please. If it's the gas, the effects should wear off soon. If it's not... I should get you back to town as quickly as I can.
He didn't know what was happening until Remi fell nearby, and Jigano rolled a brightly opalescent eye to follow the sound. He couldn't see the alchemist well given his own gift-wrapped state, but that was solved a moment later as a familiar voice pushed through the haze of fear and rage and coalesced into recognizable words in his mind. The dragon snorted, exhaling the last of the gas through his teeth before sucking in a fresh breath and latching onto the puzzle with the desperation of one who needed a distraction from the clamoring panic at the edges of his own mental voice. Ah... I think... the silver dragons of my world... most of them breathed ice, but some could breathe a paralyzing gas?" he hazarded, unable to stop himself form shifting and squirming within the living prison he was still bound by. Release me, please. If it's the gas, the effects should wear off soon. If it's not... I should get you back to town as quickly as I can.
