[ It's definitely not a sound that Ryoji could care to hear again. The screech of metal on stone is piercing even with hands clamped over his own ears, and he wants to close his eyes as if that would help drown out the noise, but he forces them to remain open in case their plan failed and he has to reactivate the barrier again to give them time to regroup. That worry bubbles up within him almost immediately after he considers it, but—
a hundred thunks of wooden handles on the tiled floor, and then
blessed silence.
Ryoji slumps down against the bust that had protected them, hardly daring to look around the stone to see if everything had indeed stopped. A second passes, then another, and he assumes so without checking, instead pulling out the source of all this trouble: the whistle, which he hands over for Kasen to see. ]
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a hundred thunks of wooden handles on the tiled floor, and then
blessed silence.
Ryoji slumps down against the bust that had protected them, hardly daring to look around the stone to see if everything had indeed stopped. A second passes, then another, and he assumes so without checking, instead pulling out the source of all this trouble: the whistle, which he hands over for Kasen to see. ]