A low growl rumbled from Araki’s throat unconsciously and the hybrid didn’t even notice, busy as he was with finding a situation to his most precarious position. He could feel whatever had trapped him moving, see the oncoming mass gathering towards him. If it couldn’t crush him, the ‘slime’ would certainly be able to choke the life from him. Claws that would have let Araki rend steel with his magic were useless against the viscous being that trapped him, tearing away little flecks at most and simply parting the creature’s amorphous body most of the time. Tearing away at its physical form seemed useless in his position, and Araki hesitated only for a moment before he gambled. 

While Araki now shaped his magic after releasing it in its pure form, he also knew how to bottle it up. Where he poured magic off him in thick veil of green tinged vapour, it now gathered into a volatile mass within. Released the magic would dissipate harmlessly into his surroundings if Araki failed at molding or working with the energy. Stored, compressed, and packed as he did so now made the gathered energy unstable - deadly. Failure to maintain it would result in a release of energy… into the only available medium - namely Araki’s own body. Nowadays he had little use for such a method of gathering as his buffing magic needed a lower, more steady output rather than the powerful bursts his more destructive spells of the past. Still… just because he couldn’t form the raw magic into something more refined didn’t mean he had lost the ability to gather it in such a way. 

It had taken a moment, a mere heartbeat or two, but Araki’s body shook uncontrollably at the sheer amount of magic that had been drawn and contained. It was not his full reserves, Araki wasn’t that foolish, but it was a sizeable amount. Enough to fry a lesser mage if forced in without control. Against a creature that couldn’t even use magic? Past attempts had told Araki the results were often messy and ranged from brutal to just downright horrific.

Aside from the unneeded cruelty, there were other reasons why Araki didn’t bother with such a tactic. One was that it required physical contact while another would be the innate resistance bodies had against magic being forced within. Of course, said resistance only made the magic more volatile when it was forced through, but the added bonus didn't lessen the difficulty. Frankly, it was much easier for him to simply refine all that energy into something just as lethal, but infinitely more practical. Well... it had been while Araki had the ability to shape his magic in such a manner. Now, this was the only real way he could use his stores offensively, crude as it was. Hopefully, this didn’t backfire in his face; though with his track record so far, it likely would. Such doubts were behind him though, and with a grimace he guided his magic outward.

He could feel the barely restrained magic rush through his limb at the hint of release. It was not a pleasant experience for Araki to feel such a great deal of power flow through that one limb, and he could only hope the sensation was infinitely worse for the creature. His claws glowed almost blindingly as they poured, forced, his magic directly into the creature. Highly concentrated and quickly given, the result was an emerald sphere no larger than his fist, but with seemingly infinite depth. It quickly fractured though, its bright glow flickering erratically as the energy unraveled and destabilized. The energy would spread, all while rejecting this foreign shell that tried to hold it without Araki’s direction, and do so in a most violent way. Unless the creature was simply beyond him, then even devouring or absorbing the volatile sphere of energy should take time. Time that would allow the reaction to run rampant and damage the creature.