[@The Harbinger of Ferocity][@UnknownScarlet4]

for someone who was having their innards thrashed with such savagery, the lord of lies seemed to be enjoying himself. So much so that he just laughed as his body was torn apart, even if he no longer had lungs to do so with. "Oh you! The stubbornness of nature. You know you can't kill me like this, yet you keep on trying. Perhaps that's why you'll never experience true growth." By now, the black ink that was getting splattered across the sky had no shape. It was just complete darkness, a canvas dipped in black paint. When the Harbringer went in to deliver a savage bite, the black canvas attempted to envelope him. It was snapping shut like a massive bear trap, ready to flatten anything caught between it's halves.

[@Conch Shell VII]

Jane covered his sword in black ink in an attempt to cut the bag. Surely if it was friendly, the only way to cut it open would be to coat his weapon with whatever the enemy's weapon was. And... It worked! The bag was severed, and the Liar was no longer holding onto the bag. "What...Just...?" The bag stood upright. The legs that were coming out of the bottom of the bag did not belong to Junko. They were some very fancy boots covered in studs and metal. Somewhat futuristic in appearance. The person inside the bag stood up, and promptly ran off in the direction of the first intersection, still concealed by the bag. "HEY! You get back here!" Now it was the impostor who was doing the chasing.