04-26-2021, 00:30:43 AM
As Loona rears back, ready to come bearing down on Hercules in a whirlwind of teeth and claws, Stolas decides enough is enough. His power may be reduced outside of Hell, but it most definitely is not entirely absent.
The Prince makes a quick, complex hand gesture, and blood-red shackles erupt from under the arms of his robe. Just as Loona is about to try and tear Hercules to bloody shreds, she finds her arms and legs sealed tight within pentagram-shaped cuffs. As she strains and snarls, Stolas pulls back, and Loona is dragged to the floor with a pitiful little yelp.
"That's quite enough of that. I invited you to be my guest on the condition that you would show some decorum, miss Loona. Is that really so hard?"
The Prince makes a quick, complex hand gesture, and blood-red shackles erupt from under the arms of his robe. Just as Loona is about to try and tear Hercules to bloody shreds, she finds her arms and legs sealed tight within pentagram-shaped cuffs. As she strains and snarls, Stolas pulls back, and Loona is dragged to the floor with a pitiful little yelp.
"That's quite enough of that. I invited you to be my guest on the condition that you would show some decorum, miss Loona. Is that really so hard?"