Smudge just smirks as Degnar mentions the walls. Without a word, he unzips the guitar case and pulls out his fireaxe, the token of his noble order but doesn't activate its hidden powers.
He wasn't going to concern himself with something as simple as a wall.
Instead, he eyes up a particular section and with his left hand, runs it across the surface, feeling its bumps and natural lines. "This is where yews fall down," he comments before a mighty backswing of his axe, the muscles in his arms and back responding by seemingly flaring with new strength. With all his new might, Smudge swung the axe at the wall, ready to tear this motherfugger down!
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