The enormous black Oni cocked his head sideways as the grenade was thrown.  It detonated with concussive force, blasting bits of brick and rubble from the walls on either side of the alley. The Oni Threw his upper two hands up, covering his ears in a moment of pain.  His lower arms, meanwhile, held the massive club in front of him defensively.  He lowered his hands gingerly, head questing from side to side, sniffing through the mask.  His foot tapped, lifting up on the tow to bring the heel down sharply, over and over.  Suddenly, he lunged sideways, ramming one of his feet into a newly made crater in the building.  His lower right arm dangled with the club, the other three meanwhile shoved their fingers forcefully into the brick, and began to clamber up the wall.  

Shinobi, meanwhile, was sprinting past the alley mouth.  He slide across the hood of Destructo's truck, shouting at him.  

"Get the fuck out of here with that!  You've caused more damage than the Oni now!"  

He skidded to a stop in front of the noodle stand, peering inside cautiously.  But the only one in there was Mr. Hamayoto, an old balding man, cowering behind his counter.  The table was an absolute mess, and Shinobi could see that every pot in the place had been emptied bowl by bowl, to feed the Oni.  

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