[h1]Executioner[/h1]

The man in the hula shirt was no dunce, the area around the grocery store not only appeared different, but [i]smelled[/i] different, the discharge and consumption of Prana had a certain scent that he had become accustomed to. To him it was like burning rubber, but he was sure to other powerful Magi it was of a different quality, or he had an acquired gift that had graced a very few. Either way, the people avoiding the store, and the general atmosphere inside was a dead give away, fit for an excessively confident amateur. This entire trap bored him, but he played along, walking right into its epicenter, the only reason he stayed was because something caught his attention, a malevolent presence, transcendent beyond the current level of existence he's in. This alarmed him, almost, what unholy sacrament had been made here? He felt merciful none the less, and if this demon wanted to kill him, he would have the common courtesy to allow his foe the first strike. 

Eme wanted all mannerisms of things, so before the fighting started, he found it fit to gather these groceries, he didn't want her coming back here to see the destruction he had caused, or be attacked by this creature if he couldn't kill it here and now. By the time his foe decided to lash out against him, he had almost completed the list, much to his surprise, but alas his four minutes of peace ended with the sound of noxious fluid sinking its teeth into the neatly arranged flooring tiles just two paces ahead of him. [i][b]"...Okay..."[/b][/i] he hisses, reaching into his messenger bag, and dropping the grocery basket at his side "Remind." a portal opens in his bag, "You." the Ashen Mandrake states, the stock of a [i]Mossberg M500[/i] bullets from inside whatever dimension he summoned it from and into his right hand, which already has it locked in a vice grip. He doesn't aim and fire, there isn't enough time, he swings, rather, the iron colored barrel barreling through boxes of sugar and flour, and connecting with the creature getting ready to fire at him. For safe measure, he releases the empty Mossberg, and pivots his body so he falls back into the sushi counter behind him. 

"Remind you." Executioner says again, a portal spewing forth a [i]Franch Spas 12[/i], personally customized transparent drum barrel attached onto his chest "So, what are you? An Oni? Vampire? Because I've killed all mannerisms of beast." he warns, his American accent is gone now, replaced by a thick Venetian accentuation, which flows off his tongue faster than his American archetype. He stands slowly, carrying the gun like an extension of his body "We both know the answer to that question, however." 

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[@Sublimation]