"Johnny-!" Nova yelps, wriggling violently. Johnny's hands are yanked back to the ground, his legs still folded and frozen beneath him, oh god, fuck, he can't move, not even to struggle, this is so much like what Lucifer did to him no no shit fuck shit

"Let us go!" demands Nova, taking over the role of 'angry dumbshit' right on cue. And to round it out now Johnny can't function, can't acknowledge this situation, can't do anything. He stares at the floor he made, to which he's now pinned like a fucking insect.

He draws a shuddering breath - he could speak but he doesn't, just looking up wordlessly.