Lipton had seen enough people die right before his eyes - he was not at all enamoured with what appeared like the very likely chance that he would see Sonya's death in a like fashion. There was only so much you could expect of the human body, special magic cuffs or not. Then the world started shaking, and Shang vanished into thin air.

"Yessir." Lipton said, pressing himself back against the unsteady wall as everything started coming to pieces around him - luckily, including the goddamn chains. He reflexively grabbed the wrist of one hand once he was free, the skin rough, broken and scraped under his hand and mirrored on his other wrist. He ignored them, drawing his hand away as soon as he realized what he was doing, and grasping Sonya's shoulder. "Thanks - you gunna be okay?" He looked steadily at her, needing to make sure that she wouldn't pass out while he saw to Kung Lao. He was still perfectly capable of throwing the guy over his shoulder, fireman-style, if he couldn't walk, but he wasn't so certain that he could carry the both of them out.