It was a funny feat for a bard to make music without the need of his feet or mouth, but the smiling, giggling, massive musically-inclined boy, he achieved just that. Well, it was music to him at least, the screams and sirens from down below, the bursting and crumbling beneath his feet, it was all the finest symphony he could have asked for.
“Truly, this might be my finest ballad!” Venti cooed softly, grinding his cream-colored sole down onto another group of fleeing, frantic people crying up at him to spare them and let them live. Each strike, every stomp, they were all the notes to the song that was the blue-haired giant’s rampage.
“Worry not you mortal insects, your lives are not in vain!” Venti, pressed his hand to his chest gently, closing his eyes as he carefully leaned forward, his shorts covered rear slashing through the open air before he twirled.
“Yes, in fact, you should feel special!” A pause to the spin, another bow, Venti carefully dragging his right foot forward as daintily as a gigantic god of a boy such as himself could, his toes flattening cars, tearing through the asphalt, and smearing lives with ease.
“Yes, this entire ‘village’, flattened, by my grace, all for a bottle of vintage.” Venti raced his pink, drooling tongue over his glistening lips at the thought of the red wine hidden behind the darkly olive glass that housed it.
“I was told I could do anything I wanted, so long as I snuffed each and every one of you out!~” Winking his cyan eyes, before he raised his ass high into the sky, bringing his face down to a petrified crowd of people who had paused upon hearing what their lives were ‘worth’.
“I know lil’ ol’ me must seem cruel, but I promise, it is nothing personal.” Puckering his lips into a kiss, Venti, as gently as could be, pressed his lips into the mass of shrieking, scrambling humanity.
Their fight was valiant, for beings dubbed as bugs that is, but it was no use, their strikes causing nothing more than a booming chuckle to rumble from the lips they were stuck to. While Venti wasn’t viewed as the highest level warrior, his attack was fatal for most, as he traced the now humanity sprinkled once more.
With a few, drawn-out, seductive smacks, they were gone, the only reminder they were there a soft swallow, and a pleasant, amused-sounding sigh. While he couldn’t even feel the morsels splash down into his toned belly, Venti couldn’t help but give his slim stomach a small pat.
“Goodness, I’ll have to remind myself to save some of you tasty things to pair you with the bottle once I get home.” Venti gently burped, covering his mouth, before gazing out across the massive chunk of the remaining city he had to play with.