"... Good enough." He gets to his feet, slipping on his shoes then stepping out of the pile of chains. The manacles around his feet clink with every move - it's a nasty reminder of his limited freedom, as he walks around the dome, watching as the fight continues on outside the magic bubble. It's quite frustrating, not being able to get out and fight again - the dull ache of his broken bones is starting to set in, and he gingerly presses a hand to his cheek to feel for the crack in the bone.

Eventually, he circles back around to Howl and sits again, reaching for the manacles around his feet and giving them an experimental tug. They don't move very far, so he gets his fingers underneath the metal cuffs and pulls again, harder. Finally making use of his above-average strength to get rid of them.