Spike took a big breath and blew out some of his special green flame. If they weakened the demon dogs, maybe it would weaken the bindings. The green flames didnt heat the metal, but as they danced across the runes, the runes themselves began to vaporize off the cuffs, leaving ony a pair of spiked metal bracelets. They came apart with no resistance, much to the surprise of both Spike and Mangle.

“Whoa” said both dragons in unison.

“Your fire can do that?” Mangle asked awestruck.

“Apparently,” Spike said surprised. He smashed the cuffs against the wall, causing them to shatter. He rubbed his wrists glad to be out of those surprisingly brittle bindings, Thats how me and my friends escaped the demon dogs twice.

“Hey Hey Hey! Do me! Do me!” Mangle was eagerly shoving his two feet into Spikes face hoping to get the shackles off.

“Sure thing,” Spike said annoyed, “just get your feet out of my face!”

Spike blew his green fire breath on Mangles shackles, causing the dragon to giggle from the fire tickling his feet. The shackles green aura faded, and Mangle could finally separate his legs, causing him to sigh with relief. The metal seemed to be very brittle on its own and the enchantment was used to strengthen it, that or the act of removing the enchantment weakened the metal. Either way Spike was contemplating how his breath seemed to always be what he needed.

“Oh yeah, thats way better,” Mangle said in relief to getting the shackles off his legs. Finally able to move his legs about he was stretching them as far apart as he could with a goofy grin on face. Mangle reveled in the moment while Spike took to examining the prison door.

“So what are you thinking Spike?” Mangle asked.

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