The tree's do a good job of helping Mizuki ensnare the beast within the confinements of this area. His wings batt against their timber, and although they shake with his movements they do not tremble beneath his worth. He is large, and mighty yes - but, with all that great strength. The Dragon is in but a small unsuitable space, leaving him unable to even break through the branches from above. Partially because the Forest itself is also fighting against this beast. Each thing that touches him will notice the frigid cool feeling of the armor-like scales. Almost seemingly freezing to the touch.

As he is then continuously pinned down, it takes moments before he is fully subdued. Freeing himself here and there. Breaking and snapping any shapes that try to confine him. He thrashes, moves, and whirls, and it is when he is placed against the floor that color begins to ebb from his stomach. Drumming itself up his throat and back down into his stomach. Only to repeat again. The heat begins growing hotter and hotter, and the once cold frigid scales along his figure begin to grow hot from heat boiling within. A hue of blue starts to escape the notches of his scales, like the steam from a kettle exhausting itself.

Claws dig into the earth beneath him - a fire grows from within.