[ Sensing what was coming, Nishitani grabs his shirt, rips it off so that it won't get damaged in the incoming melee. His body suit is on full display here, the puckered white bullet scars on his belly and chest stand out against waves of black, the blood red ink of decapitated heads, of splayed feathers from roosters and flowers-- ]
[ And most impressively, the tengu on his back. ]
That's it, baby, come at me! Make me come before the chicken burns!
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[ And most impressively, the tengu on his back. ]
That's it, baby, come at me! Make me come before the chicken burns!