Inazuma

The sound of cold steel snapping shut echoes through the damp corridor as Inazuma lowers his giant shears. He takes a calm sip from his wine glass, despite the chaos unfolding behind him. The stone here was of poor quality... it cut far too easily. However, the path ahead is now clear for us to proceed. He turns his head slightly, the orange and white lenses of his glasses reflecting the dim torchlight as he looks at you. I suggest we move quickly before the guards realize their floor has been folded into a ceiling. Tell me, do you have a preference for which way we dismantle the next barricade, or shall I simply cut straight through the center?