[ He can feel the fresh blood that he's assuming is not his as Steve struggles to free his wrists. He can feel when it loosens and adds his own strength to the task even before Steve asks. It hurts, and he's definitely going to be regretting this later, but he finally tears his way free of the bindings. And then takes a moment to raggedly catch his breath, even as he feels Steve start to stagger to his feet behind him. ]

I don't mind at all, but if you fall on me, we're gonna have a problem. [ He glances over his shoulder to make sure Steve's okay, even as he struggles to free himself of the remaining bonds. Left to their own devices now, the ritual over, whatever had made these things so strong seemed to be slowly fading. It still wasn't easy to get out of them but at least there was give now when enough force was applied.

Pushing unsteadily to his own feet - and hating how the room swayed for a moment around him when he does so - he catches his balance and then turns his attention to freeing Steve's hands and drag the rest of the vines away from him to free him. ]

Great. Now what? Do you see a way out of here? [ He casts an uneasy glance at the altar, now stained with fresh blood. And still absorbing what remained of the unfortunate natives who hadn't survived the ritual. ] I think it's looking at me funny and I don't like it.