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~The Soul Reaver
The day was just beginning and some of the students were already in a second battle, this one with a Kishin. The laughing sun ignored the goings-on below, preferring to laugh at its defeat over the moon that was now so far away. It did not notice, nor did it care about the soul that was being consumed on the other side of the city.
Jorma licked her fingers, making sure to get every juicy drop of the young girl's soul. The girl had been a student of the academy and was heading to her first class of the day. She had been polite to Jorma, asking her if she needed directions. Jorma had not responded, simply slayed the girl where she stood. The girl had had no time to react. Jorma looked around but there was no one else to be had. She started moving slowly to the East, intending to circle Death City in a spiral. The academy was at the centre and Jorma looked forward to the feast. But she paced herself. Picking off people on the outskirts of town instead of going directly to the centre, that way there would be less resistance in the final battle.