He shrieks in horrific agony as the cord winds and slashes down through his skin and muscle.  Bringing his shield around, he cracks the edge,<em>hard</em>, against the back of her skull, punching down with a thick, tremenously strong arm.  If that won't knock her out, it should stun her long enough, hopefully.<br/><br/>He releases the grip on her head and grabs a heavy knife from his boot, swiftly setting about jabbing the blade into his thigh and digging it underneath the rope.  He grits his teeth and a little squirt of blood arcs from his bruised gums where they hit the ground, earlier, steeling himself against the horrific task of sawing into his own muscle to snap the rope in the serrated teeth of his combat knife.<br/><br/>When, finally he is done, he stabs down at the girl with the knife, then, summons his wings again.  They slash out into the air, and beat powerfully in front of him, the gust tossing him backward some distance down the street, sliding on his backside.  Replacing the knife into his boot, he makes an effort to stand, and calls the axe back to him, which appears, accompanied by the scent of ash.