[h2]Nobunobunobu[/h2]

"Oh dear, ordinary mortal men. Whatever shall we do." The skeleton said blandly from her perch atop a random barrel even as it continued to munch away at the various grilled pieces of serpent meat cooked up earlier, the illusion making the image of something without the proper organs or tissue eating flesh a surreal sight. "Needs more rice, the flavoring would pair up rather well with that." Various matchlocks materialized out of thin air, the handles inching out of a blazing halo and hovering behind her head in a blatant ripoff of a certain other Servant. 

"Imbeciles." At the uttered word, the firearms would then shoot out at high speeds to fire themselves in bizarre motions reminiscent of a swarm of fish even as the satellite weapons aimed to perform the world's most amazing feat of rifle-whipping. Some would fly straightforwardly to smash potential targets, others would twirl and boomerang around so that they used spinning momentum to strike from weird angles, and some would even try to jab themselves into the unmentionable areas before jerking up suddenly. All through the strikes though, there was no lethal intent- though that in itself meant that potential suffering was at a much higher rating.