[center][h3][b]He's still stuck...[/b][/h3][/center]

Micheal grit his teeth and pulled.

And pulled again...

...and again!

The muscled native former hooligan shifted and moved and shook.

He panted and tried again, trying to get himself free!

But it's just not working right now. The chains and weights are too heavy. He could look over and see the team in their respective places. But the way he's pinned down he can't get to them. Can't get in there to help.

He wilts abit. What can he do? What power does he have at the moment to try and help? He has no magic, not with this burn. His goofy godly friends are down and out. He doesn't have his ritual equipment at hand. What could he possibly do?

And then, he relaxed, stopped pulling so much on the chains. Taking a deep breath.

And he started to [url=https://youtu.be/tdVkFmBkbRY?si=gBM4ILy42kVRNyWN]sing[/url]. Letting his voice, no magic, no power. Just his voice, and his trust and faith in his friends and teammates to fill the air. As he sings he begins to perform the rounddance [url=https://youtu.be/NZDBiD_U0Vo?si=mCIDtl-HEt1U1sRS]movements[/url]in place.

The only thing he could do to show he's there, and he trusts, and hopes.