Arbitrary was understandably pissed. Mr. Inari-face snuck up on her while she was sleeping and used the opportunity to turn her into an inflatable toy. Who gave him that wand, anyway?

Unfortunately, Arbitrary didn't have much time to savor her mood. Her muscle memory kicked in well before her common sense did, and Inari Needed An Ass Kicking. Arbitrary turned to Inari with firey breath.

...And promptly exploded. Pieces of latex circled in the air long after the fireball-that-was-Arbitrary rose into the sky and burned out.

Thanks, Inari.

Drawn by  Rawr and commissioned by  Inari. Thank you, Inari. It is a nice gift. Except now I need a new character, because you have utterly destroyed this one. What will my new character be, guyz? ;)