He swung for a little bit, his arms chafing like he was a scarecrow flapping birds away, and he produced a noise in his throat as if he'd just took a dose of salts and was making an attempt to make them continue to be down. The ball his entire body built without the need of him recognizing significantly about it slewed out when he hit the posts, arms and legs traveling from the carved and painted woodwork of the balustrade.