[ It would be him. Of all the crazy motherfuckers in Shuten territory.
Well, fuck it. Cigarette first — she finishes digging out her pack to shove one between her lips, lighting up and allowing herself the leisure of one good drag before picking up one of the abandoned weapons scattered about. A baseball bat. It'll do. She comes to wait at the mouth of the alley, puffing smoke from the corner of her mouth until the first of Nishitani's victims comes bowling through.
Batter the fuck up. One solid swing. She hears something crunch. Teeth probably. Or his nose. There's so much blood it's honestly hard to tell — not that she's really trying. Instead, calling out dryly to announce herself: ]
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Well, fuck it. Cigarette first — she finishes digging out her pack to shove one between her lips, lighting up and allowing herself the leisure of one good drag before picking up one of the abandoned weapons scattered about. A baseball bat. It'll do. She comes to wait at the mouth of the alley, puffing smoke from the corner of her mouth until the first of Nishitani's victims comes bowling through.
Batter the fuck up. One solid swing. She hears something crunch. Teeth probably. Or his nose. There's so much blood it's honestly hard to tell — not that she's really trying. Instead, calling out dryly to announce herself: ]
Can't even tell if this is business or pleasure.