The massive form sees this challenger, this robot lion, and you can almost feel the arrogant grin parting his features. Diomuhr doesn't talk. The time for talk is far gone. Instead, he merely raises his arms and clasps his hands over his head. He prepares to swing them down when the very clouds themselves snap down and wrap around his wrists, binding them. The mist gives way to reveal shackles of ice.

Darin promises openings, and his hands are reached out in the direction of the clouds.

"Clouds are just water droplets...since I can alter physical properties of matter...ice should work just fine..."

He grins. Somehow, being able to cast magic like this was a thrill he'd never thought he would ever know.

"Let's do this, Shiro!!"