The pentagram is broken. [i]Finally.[/i] A slow grin creeps onto his face. He can feel power surge through himself even as he wraps his hands around the chains that bind them. Just a moment ago, the metal had cut deeply into his skin, now it is barely any obstacle anymore. He cannot get the cuffs off, they are too tight around his wrists - but the chains were broken, noisly falling to the ground behind him.
He rolls his shoulders, briefly trying to remove the stiffness in his back, then takes a step forward. And halts.
There, right beside him on the ground, lay the little thing that had set him free - pale, weak, more dead than alive.
[i]She'll just slow me down, [/i] he thinks to himself. And yet.. He hesitates.