Spike followed his example and looked around him. All he could see were sparse handholds, definitely not easy for a quadruped to get down unless they were part goat or something. He shuddered at the thought. He considered the problem for a few minutes; he could easily get down there himself, but Whirlwind was exhausted, unsteady, and his magic was wavering. He looked down at his hooves where the obsidian chains still clung and a thought popped in his head.