The pressure around his neck was enough to slow down his movement and soon enough, he was starting to go grey around the edges of his vision. Panic had started to set in now, his hands scraping along the dirt, trying to claw his way free even though he dimly knew that if Gladio didn't want him to get up, he likely wouldn't be getting up.

A low groan of dismay slipped free even as he tried to grab the retreating waist of his pants with a hand, anything to keep them up and keep Gladio from-

Ignis' protests had faded into whispers, then whimpers as he realized that nothing was working. Unless Gladio came to his senses...