For anyone watching, it looked useless, especially for the Prince, he couldn't understand Ludwig's logic. Why was he beating down on something like that? She didn't feel the pain and even if she did, she didn't register it. She couldn't even be killed or harmed.
But he's still attacking without pause or break, like beating on a drum. Alex's fingers had curled into the railing bone of his own ribs without noticing, knuckles whitening against his tunic. The mind that liked clean lines found none here. It scraped against the sight like a dull blade on stone. Unable to understand Ludwig's ceaseless assault, its reason, or ultimate goal.
