Jamie has never been one to give up without a fight, and has felt his fair share of pain as a result. He's even been held fast in place before, immobilized by devices beyond his ken, unable to move.

Combining the two is completely unfair, though, and even though is instinct is to fight, to struggle against it, all he gets is pain racking his body as his limbs fail him and his sword slips from his grip and falls to the ground with a soft thump. The rage demons are still there, their heat close enough to sear his skin, and he tries desperately to move, to grab his sword, to do something before it's too late.

None of it works, though, and he's forced to stand there, frozen stiff, only his eyes wide with alarm as the rage demons continue to advance on him, ready to cement his certain doom.