Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-36289716-20190410181815/@comment-27344811-20190411140217

Instead of the blast happening, Ben instead feels intense pain.

"As usual, you Tennysons never bother to look. Those cuffs on your wrists; they are spectral, enchanted, cursed. You can never forecully take them off, and any attempt to harm me or my guards results in pain proportionate to your attack. Perhaps if you actually used your eyes and saw your cuffs were still attached, you would actually stand somewhat of a chance!" He hisses, hitting Ben with the butt of his scythe, as the the inner from is slowly dragged back to the suit.