Before Damian could move in and see if the thief offered a better challenge, he felt his entire body lock up in place.  No matter how much effort he put into breaking through, he realized it was a trial of will rather than of brute strength.  The barbarian felt the instant of fatigue wash over him as he released his rage when Gran dove from the third story window, feeling a sense of morbid delight he had inspired such terror.  Though he felt a refreshed sense of anger when Kyuui called out to him, he knew there was nothing he could do aside from continue to bypass this spell that held him in place.<br/><br/>His eyes moved to her, watching her struggle with the sorcerer but focused on her exposed sex that was dewed with her arousal then to the elven girl who had clearly received much more attention than the kitsune.  Not only that, but Damian got the impression that some part of Kyuui actually enjoyed it.  An even more illogical part of his mind suggested that same part of the kitsune was what drove her here in the first place.  That she wanted to be taken by these men rather than spend it with him.  Envy mixed in with his anger, knowing that these men were entirely unworthy of the pleasure they took from the girls, but they got it anyways.  It was enticing to see the way they were bound, had he been a lesser man he surely would have found the temptation irresistible.  Even still, he might have succumbed to his desires if the situation was less dire and he was worked up enough.  Despite all those feelings, he could do nothing to act on them aside from continue to bypass the spell through his own force of will.