Already the heat in the corridor was terrible, and the smoke - he yanked his shirt up to hold over his face too, quite capable of wielding an axe with one hand. He knew the door as soon as he'd seen it, death behind that door- and was racing toward it the same second Clio replied, her miraculous voice filling the air with the burning, toxic smoke.
Oh thank Zeus-
He shouldered through the door, smoke billowing in with him, and near tripped on Martin's body. "Fuck-" he caught himself easily, and didn't stop moving till he was at Clio's side, taking her shoulders in his hands to prove to himself she was really still alive. He didn't waste time looking, though, as his eyes traveled down to the shackle around her ankle and his face, already pricking with sweat from the heat, went cold with rage.
That bastard - he was going to - no, Clio first.
"Hold still," he warned her, pulling back to raise the axe to the heavens, and bring it down hard where the shackle hit the wall. He could see the damage she'd tried to do to it, and his heart swelled with fierce pride. That was his girl, his goddess, his Clio.