Just for experimentation, Agnos swung his fist at the floor in a hammer-strike motion. Rather than splintering wood, however, he might have splintered bone. He opened his mouth and released a soundless scream, toppling over on his side and squeezing at his wrist, clenching and unclenching his fist. “Agnos, are you dense?” Evelyn asked. “Bored,” he wheezed, writhing on the floor.
Both dense and bored, I think.
