Despite the currently calm exterior Tycho was showing, inside his head he was battling for what he should do. To turn and face the presumed homeowner will mean less eyes on the statue, but to focus only on the statue leaves the homeowner without his gaze. Tightening his grip upon the two items he clasped in his hands, the large metal peg and the hammer, Tycho had an idea to get rid of the problem, at least the more pressing one.<br/><br/>Placing the icy cold metal of the metal peg upon the statue's stony grey neck, Tycho raised the hammer high above his head, putting every last ounce of his strength into the blow he brought the hammer crashing down onto the back of the peg...and into the statue's neck.