Mission accomplished no more tigers on the stairs. Yes he was going to kick them back down again but he needed a moment to like... stop some of the bleeding and try to pop his arm back into place. He's not very menacing swinging the poker with a destroyed arm, okay.

It just takes propping the poker between two brick columns and putting his weight down on it to snap the limb back into place. Hurt like hell but at least it was back, and so was he, and the stairs instantly came rolling back down again, the battered and bruised warlock stumbling down them-

Aaand instantly going to start activating some wards in his fucking mouse trap game of a house.