[He hisses as the pressure keeps being added. For a moment Douman detests his human form, the human legs and their human-like strength that folds under the weight that's nothing but Seimei's magic. A part of him roars in defiance of being brought to his knees by somebody who dares call himself Seimei, but the rational part of him recognizes the spell and knows that it is better to go along with it for now because it really will break his legs if he pushes against it too much.]
You -!!
[His words are pure poison as he glares at the other, the front of his chest propped against the thigh of a leg that he's stubbornly positioned beneath him. Douman absolutely refuses to kneel before Seimei. He refuses to be brought to his knees! Not even the gods can do that anymore! His eyes dart around the layout of the magic circle that's trapped him like that of a trapped beast, assessing and calculating his new cage.
He could get out this. Even if his being a youkai would leave him severely burned, Douman is still confident that he can break the formation - if he uses his own magic as an Onmyoji without holding back. The thought has him curl a hand into a tight fist against the cloth that covers his leg. He hates being trapped like this, but having to reveal himself to this guy is even more unacceptable-!
Looking up, he stares at Seimei with eyes that promise his death the moment he makes the first mistake even as Douman shifts to sit properly. Out of his own accord, not because he is being forced.]
Fine. If that is how you want to do this, then we shall.
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[He hisses as the pressure keeps being added. For a moment Douman detests his human form, the human legs and their human-like strength that folds under the weight that's nothing but Seimei's magic. A part of him roars in defiance of being brought to his knees by somebody who dares call himself Seimei, but the rational part of him recognizes the spell and knows that it is better to go along with it for now because it really will break his legs if he pushes against it too much.]
You -!!
[His words are pure poison as he glares at the other, the front of his chest propped against the thigh of a leg that he's stubbornly positioned beneath him. Douman absolutely refuses to kneel before Seimei. He refuses to be brought to his knees! Not even the gods can do that anymore! His eyes dart around the layout of the magic circle that's trapped him like that of a trapped beast, assessing and calculating his new cage.
He could get out this. Even if his being a youkai would leave him severely burned, Douman is still confident that he can break the formation - if he uses his own magic as an Onmyoji without holding back. The thought has him curl a hand into a tight fist against the cloth that covers his leg. He hates being trapped like this, but having to reveal himself to this guy is even more unacceptable-!
Looking up, he stares at Seimei with eyes that promise his death the moment he makes the first mistake even as Douman shifts to sit properly. Out of his own accord, not because he is being forced.]
Fine. If that is how you want to do this, then we shall.