[Otegine doesn't get a lot of time to react, so it's a good thing that he's quick on the uptake. The curse's amorphous body thrashes in place, sending bits of glass from the window flying to and fro.]

[A peek provides a glance of its appearance- nothing but deep blackness, a shapeless form that seemed to have weight to it, and its... eye. One left eye staring back at Matoba with attention, and the deep, impossibly dark hollow where the right eye should be.]

[While the ofuda was only a shock for it, it's enough, at least. It sends the curse scrambling away, rocketing up and over the crowd of shocked onlookers and into the rooftops of the city.] There goes another one... [Matoba laments, looking not at the monster as it fled away into the sky, but at the mess of glass it has left behind. At least it wasn't a live victim, this time.]

[Around them, the crowd seems shaken and confused, but at least no one was hurt directly, or worse, possessed. Matoba casually tidies the spell that covered the right half of his face, and turns towards Otegine.] Well done. You were able to prevent a more pressing disaster. It would have been quite the mess if it had devoured one of these onlookers...

What about the mess of my shop!!? [Shaken and furious, the owner of the shoe store they'd been in front of stomps out to huff and puff at his poor shop window...]