[So, a voice crept from the jewel Pearl carried, Ban's taunts following the next assault--as the weapons he snatched were thrown back with immense force. They whirled past the guards, crashing instead against the castle walls and making rather large dents in the stone--letting out explosive sounds that felt more like mortar fire than steel hitting rock. Ban was seated in one of the windows, his four-sectioned staff resting on his shoulders as he took a swig of wine he had taken from one of the rooms.]
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Don't lose your footing~.