[center][h2][color=turquoise]The Cereal Killer[/color][/h2]
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Runch suddenly stopped in his tracks, ceasing the pursuit of the young college representative. That icy chill, the sensation that made his hair stand on end, it was back. Not that he needed to rely on gut instinct to realize his critical mistake. The new manifestations of the stand were making their presence quite clear, throwing open doors and windows to enter. He briefly wondered why they bothered, since his experience with stands and the journal indicated that they could pass harmlessly through physical objects. Then the boy spoke to him in such a dramatic manner, and Runch understood. It was [i]showmanship.[/i] The kid was making sure Runch knew that he was surrounded again. It was sort of like a friendly gesture in a way, if you thought about it from the right point of view. The kid was making up for his lack of a sixth sense to see these supernatural beings. The words that followed explained to him exactly why he needed Runch to [i]know[/i] he was surrounded by the Boys of Summer. 

[color=turquoise]"Omnomnomnom!"[/color] the pirate laughed, brimming with confidence. He narrowed his eyes in the direction he assumed one of the shadowy ghosts could possibly be, judging by the doorways. [color=turquoise]"Not a scumbag indeed! Just a young one concerned for his sister. Be glad that I see through your tough guy ruse, and that I'm easy to let threats slide off. Had you chosen another pirate from my world... Well, the smiles of children are what motivate me more than anything else. Just tell the rest of your splinter faction that I [i]will[/i] win, and they have nothing to fear from my wish."[/color]

The pirate turned toward the nearest window, seeing it as an easier and quicker exit than the stairs down to the first floor. He took three steps, likely causing one of the Boys of Summer to narrowly avoid touching him, when he turned sharply back around to address the same location he had been speaking to previously. [color=turquoise]"And please, don't interrupt any of my fights in the tournament. I like the bouts to be fair and square."[/color] With that final warning, cap'n K. Runch threw himself out the window, falling back down toward the outside battle scene. 

From his palm he projected a pile of cereal to cushion his fall, even if he could have landed without injury, and took a moment to observe his surroundings. Motley Crue had taken up position near the water and had his eyes on the girl. She looked quite worse for wear, covered in cuts, bruises, and bleeding more than a little. Thankfully he could tell that she was alive. Runch could only imagine the retaliation they would face if Motley had killed her, but more importantly that meant one more smile would be extinguished from this world.

[color=turquoise]"Mister Crue! Break off from your engagement!"[/color] he cried out in as authoritative a voice as he could muster. His next action would be a bit of a gamble. There was no reason to doubt that the Boys of Summer had surrounded the girl in order to neutralize any attacks thrown her way, but he just had to trust in the information the journal provided. They should only step in to interfere in the face of misfortune. The captain wound up his hand like a baseball pitcher, then swung her way as hard as he could. [color=turquoise]" Bori bori cannon: Bloodberry recipe!"[/color]

A large blood red cereal pellet shot forth from his hand, the size of a large cannonball. It streaked toward her at great speed, but there was little to no force behind the throw, for the cereal had been made soft and mushy. Even if it struck her square in the face, it should only splatter into a slurry-like consistency. Assuming the stand of her brother didn't intercept, he'd go on to explain. [color=turquoise]"That's my special bloodberry recipe, delicious as it is nutritious! It'll stimulate your healing process and restore your stamina in record time! Omnomnomnomnom! Your brother retreated, so you should go catch up to him, lassy."[/color]

Through it all Runch spoke with a goofy, pleased smile, like he was quite proud of himself.