knocks over wall

That stopped him, forcing Kringle to twist to one side to avoid the theoretical bullet—and when he did, I slammed every bit of will I had into a lance of magical force. “Forzare!”
Kringle slipped aside, incredibly nimble for a man his size, and the strike missed him completely.
It did not miss the base of the ruined wall behind him.
What must have been a couple of tons of aged concrete collapsed with a roar. Kringle was fast and skilled, but he wasn’t perfect. He kept himself from being crushed, but several large stones clipped him and sent him staggering.


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