Muramasa Katase
A few of the puppets were able to get out of the way of the dumpster, but another few knocked them over and smashed them against the wall, causing even more collateral damage to the bar's kitchen. They felt no pain, for they were just extensions of the cursed sword's will, but one of them had a broken arm and some ribs from the impact. Large wooden shields replaced the clubs for the other puppets, to protect the ones with slings. They began launching their stones, trying to get at least something through to the wretched, murdering brat on the ceiling.
The head puppet turned her head back to the proprietor, and motioned firmly to the dumpster that was now littering its contents all over the kitchen and damaging walls even more. "Murder, and littering, in your establishment. And if there are police, or courts, in this place, why have they not made an appearance now?" Katase asked through the shell, scowling. "By all means, continue to threaten us instead of the real criminal here."
that unforgivable crime
She would not waste her time with such subterfuge, but that girl still hadn't released the electric hold she had on the Murmasa blade. No direct approach was feasible. Her vengeance was unlikely to succeed. Other tactics were necessary.