"Fuck I'm stuck!"
"Me too! Shit, AYE! One of you get a knife or something already and get us out!"
The stuck duo lost all decorum as they shouted for their companions to free them. But the rest of the guards didn't know what to do. They didn't have weapons like the students did who were able to get their equipment from the chest. Were they supposed to go over to help and get stuck too?
"Help us, dammit!" the other stuck guard yelled, his voice rising in panic as he struggled against the sticky webbing.
"Hey, give me your sword." one of the guards demanded, eyeing Ishii's weapon, which was notably more impressive than the others. However, the response he received was far from what he expected.
"A swordsman never gives up their sword. Use somebody else's," Ishii replied coldly, shedding his usual innocent and agreeable demeanor. The discipline and pride of being a swordsman were deeply ingrained in him, non-negotiable regardless of the circumstances.
