[Then, there's the vaguest start of a glow in his eyes, that slowly intensifies, and soon burns like fire. It consumes Kamui for a moment and washes over him, changes him like a single wave of magic that just leaves behind a human form where the great, large dragon was only a moment before. The chains, of course, adjust to his size and shape, arms raised and shackled on each side of the wall now, Kamui sitting on his knees.]
[Now he's talking in your tongue, Fuuma, smirking just a little despite it all.] This might easier.