[@Letter Bee][@supertinyking][@thewizardguy]

Michael smiles at the group before him, glad to see that they're friendly. With that introduction being taken care of, the tactician turns around, seeing the end result of Gram's launching of rubble and a lance towards Khaine. The shadows allowed him to feel the vibrations of the cave's structure, stones beginning to fall from the ceiling as though an explosion had occurred nearby. "I see I'll have to take manners into my own hands..." He states as he quickly manipulates Gram's shadow, trapping him in place by having shadowy tendrils wrap around his feet and hands. "I wouldn't even try struggling out of those binds I set. The more you struggle, the faster your own shadow will engulf you..." Michael says once he gets within earshot of the two warriors. "Now then, it seems that this battle is finally drawing to a close. Unfortunately, Gram, I'm not giving you the option as to whether or not you'll continue fighting. Frankly, if it weren't obvious enough, I'm forcing you to surrender. The last thing we need is for everyone here to die from a cave-in. Have I made myself clear?" During Michael's brief talking session, he took the liberty of tapping even further into his dragon-self, his entire body layered with scales as a protective armor towards any possible blows that may head his way.