After exerting my moral code by means of violence, except those on the cage and yours truly, the rest could be counted on the Life-challenged population. Something they don't show in the movies is how slippery the floor gets when the ketchup pops.
I tested the cage bars, but it zapped my hand.
Inside, Rin was staring with a vacant stare, the smell of chloroform heavy on the air.
-"Close your eyes, everybody."
Rin's gleeful voice repeated.
-"Yes my looove."
I tested slicing the bars, but the moment that Tizona's blade touched the metal, it zapped my hand, arm, and shoulder. Massaging my sore shoulder, I tried a criminally crude approach, using a tablecloth, water, and a chair leg.
"Sometimes I wonder if I am a moron or just the other mages lack common sense."
Rin's voice repeated.
-"Yes my looove."
I stopped twisting the cloth and eyed her.
-"Are you still drugged or you are taking the piss at me?"
Her glazed eyes shone.
-"Yes my looove."
I groaned into my hands and continued twisting until the high magic jail bent under the mechanical strain. The metal cage shrieked and puffed, the shackles on their hostages becoming undone.
Shoddy work, should have used physical restraints as well.
After taking my betrothed on arms, I surveyed the damages.
-"When your father hears about this part of the trip, he will kill me so dead that Dead Apostles will look alive in comparison."
-"Yes my looove."
Just my luck.
