Valerion threw the paper ball; Adrien drew his arc, and imagined blades - a wall of blades; knives, or maybe circular blades rotating, shredding the paper. He closed his eyes. The paper ball hit him on the forehead. "Oh", he said, crestfallen.

His disappointment must have been so evident on his face that Valerion felt the need to step forwards; "It's alright", he said in a soothing tone. "What was it?".

"A wall of blades - shredding the paper", Adrien answered. "But I couldn't really visualize them, I guess. I'm sorry".

"Don't worry", Valerion said with a smile. "Besides, that's quite excessive for just one paper ball, wouldn't you say?".

Adrien chuckled; he felt a bit better. "I was just trying to make sure to destroy your drafts", he laughed.