Destructo was aware of Flasher's presence, but paid him no mind. He didn't care about fame or recognition: He was out for blood. The ice-cream truck squealed to a halt as Destructo turned it to face the oni. He switched on the hi-beams, blinding light shining into the alleyway and the oni's eyes. It also illuminated the bumper of his ice cream truck: Reinfocred, with sharpened metal spikes on the bumper. He put it in park, and the car door slammed shut as the ronin stepped out. Destructo was a tall, well-built young man. He had a mop of crimson hair atop his head. He was kitted out for a fight: His clothes were motorcycle leathers, reinforced with metal plates and themselves covered in sharp spikes. 

[color=f7976a]"Who the fuck said you could leave?!"[/color] He said, turning the bat in his hand. The side that didn't have the spike was concave, with a groove Destructo had built in specifically to make targeting his signature move easier. He tossed the ball into the air, and a loud CRACK echoed through the alley as he hit the baseball. It banked off of one of the walls before detonating on the ground. He was aiming for just in front of the Oni's path out, hoping to hit the demon and bar its escape.

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