Arata didn’t even flinch when another roar sounded from within the Tower, enough to eclipse his own in magnitude. Nor was he startled when the end of a naginata pierced through the stone roof, before sliding off and away. The poor weapon, honestly. To have devolved from a slashing blade into a thrust pointy-stick. Another sign of how the people of this era had no idea how to use weapons, huh? He wasn’t even particularly impressed when some bat-winged bitch flew up onto the roof. A foreigner, huh? Maybe one of those demons that he heard about.

Despite her high-and-mighty attitude, as well as the strength that Arata could sense simply from her voice and her speed, the oni was more than a little pissed off himself, and didn’t really care for anything. Shooting a withering glare at the bat-girl, the sun-haired ogre stood up, tossing that piece of paper at her.

[b]“[i]Your[/i] tower? Listen up, I don’t know what sort of rock you’ve been living under, but this is [i]my[/i] tower now. And please, there’s already enough holes in the tower that the ones that I’ve added wouldn’t even matter.”[/b]

It WAS surprising, though, that the walls themselves were so pathetically thin. What, did the architects think that, just because it was stone, they could skimp out on wall-thickness? Clearly, this Tower wasn’t meant for lasting against a siege.
[@Rune_Alchemist]