Execution: < Pesky leeches were all that stood between Execution and Kondo's office and fortunately for her, they had not drawn too much suspicion upon her flamboyantly decorated cart that had been adorned along its transparent roof curtain with several golden bells. The officers were more interested in doing a full body search than a thorough search of the cart's contents, for had they done so, they would have surely stopped her from rolling the instrument of murder inside. Underneath the blankets [

Execution: and various items littering the floor of the cart was as

Execution: Smoothbore cannon that weighed a maximum of 32 pounds. It was simply a strong cylinder permanently closed at one end, and temporarily closed by a cannonball towards the other end, between which a charge of explosive was placed. When the charge was ignited through the touch-hole, it exploded, or changed to highly compressed gas, very quickly, expelling the ball to do whatever service was required of it. This service was smashing a wall, or dismembering men and horses, or crashing through the wood

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[総長] ʏᴀᴍᴀɴᴀᴍɪ ᴋᴇɪsᴜᴋᴇ [新選組] . . .`-` A fucking cannon?

Execution: side of a ship, all frequently required duties that are possibly executed under the power of this magnificent weapon. Right now? its service happened to be for the murder of one man. Hidden along the back of her pockets, was gun powder a match and a case of liquid rubbing alcohol. Her long lugging of the cart came to a halt once she arrived against the doorway, not even turning it. She then took out the gun powder and dotted out across the floor of the door's entrance and waited. Surely the [

Execution: nose of the cart notified Kondo of her arrival. [e]

局長] Кοиᴆο, Iѕαмι [新選組]: ( That's it? A cannon? Really? I mean, honestly? You're going to kill me with a cannon? You're fucking retarded. Posting now. )