Malcador tapped his wand a bit as if that would rev whatever engine the magic might use, but of course that was useless. He sheathed the wand for the time being, making a note to figure out its idiosyncrasies for later. For now, he needed to open the door. The grinning skull did not deter someone of his mental fortitude. Plus it pissed him off. 

Mal then went looking for any stick, sword (broken, weathered, or new), or anything he could find that could be used to pry open the door, and then he would attempt to do so. 
[@Mae]