The wooden planks, battered by the blast, became more scattered, and the once teetering, ominous tower was reduced to a pile of debris. After Ralph composed himself, the unknown fear seemed laughable.
Verlet thrust her sword into a gap between the planks, testing it slightly, then extended the blade towards the next crevice that might harbor the bell ringer. The planks were in disarray, and any significant weight could cause a secondary collapse, like dominoes spilling across the floor.
However, this posed no great challenge for the nimble and flexible Verlet. Skilled in both swordplay and dance, this was the result of her dual role as sheriff and young lady. In these terrible swamp-like grounds, she moved with the grace of a feline, as if on flat terrain.
