[center][h2][color=royalblue][u]Archer of Lightning[/u][/color]
Commerce District, Second Morning[/h2]
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As Tesla spoke to the Berserker Oni, she climbed atop the slowly building mountain of stolen goods, lying upon the many foods and objects as though it were her own personal Mount Ooe. To her it likely was he surmised as she spoke of how she wanted to view the hard work of her followers, Tesla raising a single eyebrow as he considered what was about to happen. Knowing the Oni, it was likely nothing good at all. However the humans were likely in no danger either, if she wanted to kill them she would likely do so herself, "devouring" them so to speak. No matter how evil the Onis of legend were, they always did their own dirty work in regards to killing at the very least. If Tesla knew just how incorrect his assumption was he would laugh as the other Oni of Mount Ooe dropped a discrete jar onto the fires started by Shuten's followers, turning a mere riot into a city destroying calamity. But he did not know how wrong he was, thus he smiled at the offer of alcohol offered by the demon that lay before him.

[color=royalblue]"Ah, how wonderful! Don't mind if I do!"[/color] He took the bowl from Shuten's hands and downed it almost as fast as she had, handing the bowl back to her as he sighed in contentment. [color=royalblue]"Truly alcohol is the elixir of life! I do believe we're going to get along well Ms. Berserker!"[/color] Tesla laughed as he said this, setting his bag aside as he dug through it for a bottle of whisky. [color=royalblue]"Have you heard of the local bar that opened recently? Supposedly the owner of it is Chiron, a centaur from the Age of Gods. We really must visit it together sometime, centaurs were supposedly the rowdiest drinkers and merrymakers in all of history! Not only that, but Chiron was the greatest of all centaurs! Only his bar could possibly be fit for I, the god of lightning!"[/color] He popped open the bottle of whisky as he talked, downing half the bottle in one go. Another sigh of contentment burst forth from his lips as he held the bottle out for Shuten to finish. It was simply common courtesy to offer his whisky to her when she had so gratefully offered her sake to him.