“Just don't aim for my eye, okay?” Touya asked with a chuckle.

Basil mimicked Touya's chuckle playfully as he pulled the rope back to himself. He looked up to the other, spotting the dim hole in the ceiling. “One, two, three,” Basil count out once more. On the fourth count, he threw the rope into the air, then used his good hand to thrust with open-palm a blast of wind straight up to Touya.

The second blast of wind shot right up to Touya so hard and quickly that the rope fluttered right out of it and fell to the ground, while the blast rocketed right into Touya's face, sending him backward and out of sight. A crashing sound was heard far above Basil, and the wind quieted down.