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[h2]Shuten Douji, Foreign District
-Atop a Mountain of Loot with her New Best Friend Zeus-[/h2][/center]
Shuten tossed another bottle down from her makeshift throne to smash noisily against the ground."[color=a187be]...Do they not have that expression in Greece? Fufufu, it means to...!?[/color]" She stopped, interrupted abruptly by an unimaginable cacaphony.

It was the sound of a horn, overpoweringly loud, so loud it shook the soul. More importantly, the strapping lad that had been bringing the next bottle of wine up the lootpile turned tail and fled, shrieking and straight into one of the burning buildings as the bottle shattered on the cobbled road... When had the fire turned black? But no, it wasn't just their serving boy, the loot train headed towards the forest with all her un-earned loot had been equally dissarrayed. Every single one of them dropped everything as they broke and ran from the noise, shattering a small fortune worth of pots and booze, dirtying silk, and tearing canvas. 

Shuten stared for just a second, mouth agape in disbelief, before she turned towards Archer and forced a smile. "[color=a187be]Sweetie, I have a better idea for our date... Something to get the blood pumping now that we've limbered up a little.[/color]" She reached out and placed his hand in hers as she whispered sweetly into his ear with that heavy alcohol-sweet voice... Before yanking him into a full body hold and leaping off into the distance, carrying the other servant bridal-style as she traversed towards the source of the noise at top speed. 

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Zig-zagging from rooftop to rooftop, street to street (as well as street to rooftop, and of course rooftop to street) the incredible speed of the Oni carried them away from the fire and delivered them to the source in just a handful of seconds. On the very next rooftop, a lone servant standing on top of a building with a horn practically still pressed to his lips, a clearer culprit could not possibly exist. Shuten's smile had grown to absolutely inhuman proportions, but the glint in her eyes was anything but happy.

One more jump, right towards the obvious harbinger of her shattered wealth on a collision course, with Archer still in her arms. "[color=a187be]Fly high sweetheart, and fall like lightning~![/color]" She threw Tesla straight up into the air with a one handed toss, with a trajectory that would put the apex of his arc directly above the... Saber? Yes. Saber. At the same time Shuten drew her sword with the other, immediately following through into a broad sweeping slash, aiming to bisect her chosen nemesis from hip to shoulder with every ounce of her monstrous strength. "[color=9e0b0f][b]...AND YOU JUST GO AHEAD AND DIE![/b][/color]" She shrieked like the demon she was as the blade followed through. 

[@floodtalon][@reflection]