Take crossed his arms as he stood up against the bars, whilst Blair denigrated him and his actions. He disregarded them, he’s been called stupid and an idiot plenty of times, it was like routine. All he replied with was a somber “Yeah whatever” before coming towards the iron door. He gazed down at the aged padlock that suddenly gave Blair a vigorous shock."You took it out?" Blair felt like yelling at him, but her words only came out in a horrified whisper. "You absolute idiot! What the hell were you thinking, Take?! 'Oh, looks like I have an arrow in my shoulder, I best just pull it out!' No, you idiot, you don't pull it out, you leave it until you get help! I don't care how fast you heal, that was so incredibly stupid of you." She swore at him several times, before taking a breath to calm herself.
It's okay. He's okay. I just have to get him out and he'll be fine.
She looked at him for a moment, glancing over him worriedly, before looking at the door. "Maybe..." She stared at it for a long moment, her mind working quickly to figure out the best solution. "Maybe it isn't the door that needs to be broken. It's the lock." She looked down at the massive padlock curled around two bars, holding them together. She reached for it, grabbing it, when the most powerful shock she had ever felt raced up her hand and arm, running up her shoulder. She let out a high-pitched yelp, holding her throbbing arm against her chest. "Well that's not going to work," she commented unhelpfully through gritted teeth.
What the actual..
“Maybe there’s a magical key or something around here..”