Otebon smiles as he feels the chain go loose and hears the long rasping sound of a blade being drawn from it's sheath.
Long. Hand-and-a-half sword. Worthless...
Rolling his shoulder and standing straight, Otebon gives his right hand a subtle twist, immediately releasing the chain. He pulls his left hand slowly along the chain connected to the base of the sangnagt, he regathers the chain in his left. Having no down time, the chain immediately begins it's quick spin.
Otebon has yet to open his eyes.