Have we tried punching them yet? "Ow! Hey! Ow! Stop it!"
Lifting his hands up instinctively to protect his face, a slap from one of the tapestries corners across his knuckles caused Damian to drop his wand, sending it clattering to the stone floor. "Had I my sword, I'd have already cut you in twain with but a stroke."Though he spent most of his adult life as an American punk rocker, when the unspeakable was under stress, it became quite evident that he was raised an upper crust British boy. "Someone should really teach you some manners!" Catching a smack that was meant for his face, Damian let himself be pulled off his feet, and flew bodily at the evil tapestry. Antagonized beyond the point of rational thought, he was now engaged in fisticuffs with a wall hanging. Things would be out of hand if they were ever in hand to begin with.
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