"That's... pretty gross, actually. Can't you do anything less useless?"

Not bothering to waste the energy required to cross the distance between them, Takuro just reached out again, his shadow extending across the floor or the car.

Roll: 5

The shadow of his fingers wrapped around the shark and squeezed, distorting his victim's body briefly before it snapped back into form. (48 damage, 9HP remaining)

"Finish off this punk, Mitsuya-senapi."