"Then you'll--"
Zolo tackled him, chains broken. His fists repeatedly connected with the man's face, but he was finally thrown off.
"You little..." the man growled. Before he could snap his fingers Zolo had connected a foot to the side of his head, slamming his head into the wall. The man slumped to the ground, bleeding.
"I hope he died," he muttered. The magic wore off; he picked up Voltaïr and motioned for Kirsty to follow.
[That's me getting lazy. XP]