Ryndilee
Hope this is okay!
The man didn't scream when Bazzite descended upon him like a giant biblical plague. Six and a half feet of blue youma had landed on the drug dealer like a ton of bricks, nearly shattering his ribcage in the process. Ripping him open like a ripe watermelon was easy enough and out popped his delicate, delicious soul. Bazzite's stomach would be full to the brim this night and he would continue to flit happily from alley to alley, picking off the weak-willed and greedy.
Such was an excellent life, he thought.
After devouring another two crack dealers, Bazzite picked his teeth with one man's car keys while lounging on an overturned dumpster. Not only am I filling my belly, but I'm cleaning up the streets. I should earn a medal for this, shouldn't I? I should talk to Beni about that... but then again, I don't have much clothing anymore to pin it to...
Oh well.
A Chaos signature could be felt somewhere off in the distance. Sometimes agents would bother him and sometimes they wouldn't. Corrupted senshi tended to give him a wide berth whenever possible. He didn't even bother to focus to see what faction this Chaos individual was. If they needed something, they'd come to him.
