The shield doesn't break, he presses it out against the chain, so that he has room to move his other arm as it wraps around him.  It bites his back and scrapes his wings, he grimaces a bit, but it was just pain.  Pain happens.<br/><br/>Dropping the shotgun to the ground, he swiftly grabs the neck of his guitar.  It glows a bright red, and screams, the shape of the neck and body twisting as the light erupts.  Flame coats it briefly, and when it recedes, he holds an axe, big and sharp and brutal, with two blades that fan out like terrible wings.<br/><br/>Slashing his arm downward, the blade bites the chain around him, and snaps it with the barest stroke.<br/><br/>"Tough girl, huh?" he swoops in, leading with his glorious golden shield.