Perhaps after we get out alive, hm? I'll promise you a story. It'll be worth living for, I assure you. [ a wink! yeah, this really ain't the time. what with his tsukumogami sense tingling and the whatever it is on the other side of that wall encroaching slowly, step by step.

hardly like the way he died, which was in the middle of an open field surrounded by enemies with flames that burnt blue. no honour in those who hide, but tsurumaru is a little sick of honour by now. honour ruined a thousand years of his life, and made what came after unbearable. and so he flattens himself further against the wall, and stares unerringly in the direction of the visible corner. ]

I don't suppose your chanting could bring up a barrier of some sorts, in a pinch?