"You would be surprised," Saix grunts, the effort of deflecting another cannonball being audible in his voice.

"We need to find some way to stop them." Of course, the mansion had not been courteous enough to provide any visible off switch, and there seemed to be no exhausting the ammunition being fired at them.

Of course, a part of Saix's current temperament had a lot less to do with the volley of cannonballs and far more to do with Saix having found himself stripped of his leather trousers, coat, gloves, and boots, to be replaced with gym clothes. Especially the shorts.