[ Flynn will probably tell him not to, if he tells him what he's going to do, so he doesn't. Instead, he uses the slack to pull his left hand further through one of the shackles, too tight to get his knuckles through, but...
He takes a breath, steeling himself, positions his thumb in the right place, and yanks.
Pain sears through him, but his hand slips through, his thumb dangling limp of his hand. He grits his teeth tight against a curse, keeping the pain inside as much as he can.
Before Flynn pulls the chains down again, he uses his right hand to re-set his thumb, which hurts almost as much as dislocating it. ]
Fuck.
[ But, his hand is free, and he can feel his power slowly coming back to him. He can probably melt the lock with enough concentration. ]
cw: dislocating digits
He takes a breath, steeling himself, positions his thumb in the right place, and yanks.
Pain sears through him, but his hand slips through, his thumb dangling limp of his hand. He grits his teeth tight against a curse, keeping the pain inside as much as he can.
Before Flynn pulls the chains down again, he uses his right hand to re-set his thumb, which hurts almost as much as dislocating it. ]
Fuck.
[ But, his hand is free, and he can feel his power slowly coming back to him. He can probably melt the lock with enough concentration. ]