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[center][h1]Lancer Lily - Fuyuki Harbor[/h1][/center]
Smash.

Smash.

Smash.

Smears of gore upon the ground stuck to the pavement with such strength that it filled cracks  caused from the impact the sack created in the ground with a tight enough fit to make it as though there was no damage done, simply a replacement or coloring of the ground.

Cries came from beasts as again and again death came to the harbor.

More and more the rats of the harbor dwindled in number. While the nature of animals left them accepting of death and the ephemeral nature of life, holding not the sapience to truly hold onto feelings and grudges the way mankind did there was nevertheless a growing sense of eeriness that settled in. 

Doing the work of a butcher was a smiling youth, simply acting out what was within nature. Cats preyed upon rats, rats died to cats. 

...Well, there was also a time where a bird that felt like those other cats he been guided towards, feeling that something was odd and that he should pick them up since they weren’t interested in fish, came by. So he threw the sack at it and killed it.



Broken bodies knitted back together, leaving nothing but scars as he placed his hands within the sack that dripped with gore. Pitter patter, pitter patter. Blood, mucus and fat dripped out and splattered from holes rended into the cloth by bones snapped into sharp shards.

“Ah, the bag ripped again..” he murmured as the sack was also repaired through his ability.

Lancer reached down to pat a few cats, smiling as the warmth of the creature met his hand, along with the softness of their matted fur. Even dried out and dirty like straw, it was a comforting presence to the youth who perhaps knew beasts better than men.

He lowered a fish in and cooed, comforting the cats that were mewling in perhaps no small amount of pain.

...But a fish was nice.

That was when he felt it.

Something was coming, something was coming. Danger was coming.

Lancer dropped the sack and manifested his wooden spear. He could hear nothing, nor see anything but he knew that something was coming. As such..

He felt the need to throw, he felt the need to defend. Lancer threw his spear with the might worthy of a servant, at his full power. The wooden spear flew, sending a gale of wind that scraped at the walls of the various warehouses across its path. Any nearby rats that were watching were torn away from the ground, mixed into a whirlwind following the torn wind from the passage of the spear.

The spear struck a bowl, and a battle of strength beyond human limits began with a loud impact that resonated through the entire harbor, sending shockwaves that even caused a nearby fence to be torn away, and nearby buildings to quake. Then it concluded with a quieter impact as the two objects clattered to the ground.

Lancer followed after and picked up both the bowl and spear.

“Oh, someone must have dropped this.” he murmured to himself.

They must be hungry he reasoned. So why doesn’t he do something nice?

Lancer plucked out the fattest cat of the bunch and placed it in the bowl, then threw it back at where the bowl came back from, aiming right at the Berserker of drink.

By the time the bowl crossed half the distance, the cat was unfortunately a mangled mess. Barely recognizable as such.

However it might make for an enticing meal for a monster.