The chains were already beginning to creak. They had reached his arms by now and were winding up along his torso—but all he had to do was flex his magic the smallest bit and in an instant they had all shattered, dropping to the floor loudly.  They shredded his clothes as they did so, to the point that his cloak fell to the ground in pieces, and then his coat followed and his shirt bore long, wide rips that exposed his torso and arms.