the drunk little rabbit with a heart

Kagura feels the need to rip, shred and tear apart on the battlefield, littered with lying bodies, alive and dead, warm corpses and barely breathing people. Clacking chains, a monster of a man, Utsuro, still fighting, desperation of a boy, a thrist for blood and flesh. Or: how Kagura ripped out Utsuro's heart (Ha! another unending story!)