[@The Harbinger of Ferocity]

	The lord of lies did not react to a single thing The feline did. Not the storm, not the debris, and not even it's words. He didn't even step out of the way as the harbinger's claws struck the man and ripped open his chest cavity. Though it wasn't hot blood, but cold ink that spewed forth. It splattered in the air, as if being smeared on an invisible canvas behind the impostor. It had taken shape, but it was hard to tell exactly what. was it a wing? Maybe a massive claw? in the right light, it could have even looked like the Harbinger's face.

	"Go ahead." He said flatly. "Hit me again."

[@CollectorOfMyst][@UnknownScarlet4]

	The Lord of lies sunk to his knees. "You rodents! Can none of you fight?" But that would be the last this particular lord of lies ever spoke. His skin slowly dried into stone. even his clothes seemed to lose their luster and harden as well. Then all at once he crumbled into dust and washed away.

	The bag he carried just had gray dust in it. So this one didn't have Junko after all.

[@Conch Shell VII]

OOC: I didn't do a good job with that part, I meant to have the liar coil the whip of ink on his own arm. I try not to auto hit, haha!

	The whip was relatively easy to cut free. a single swipe of Jane's knife was all it took to free his arm, at which point it just slid off of his arm. but the impostor had gained considerable ground during this time. He dove into the air, holding the bag over his head like a giant war hammer. Would a bag containing a person do any damage to him? they were on the same team allegedly. But still...