And so Shirumi, with his newfound giant of a companion, walk the streets at night. Quietly thinking as he walks with Beserker, the hulk immaterial and invisable to the non-magical world. Shirumi knew in his mind he would need large ammounts of mana to power Beserker to his highest potential. Beserker looked at the people walking passed as they traveled the bridge, and then Shirumi saw an opportunity, a bus with people on their way home from a late night shift of work. He thought about it, and looked back to Beserker. Those people probably had families they were going home to, things they longed to do, to finally kick their feet up after a hard day's work. But Shirumi wanted the Grail more than anything to fufill his wish of unlimited magic potential. Those people on the bus were pointless to him in the eyes of his own goal. With the flick of his wrist and subtle gesture, his lips mutter the incantation of his spell slowly and then in an instant a spiraling baseball sized sphere of water rushed out and took down a tire, shredding through and ripping up the other. It might have looked like they hit a strip of roadspikes and the bus ground to a hault. The people inside frightend and screaming while Shirumi ducked into the shadows of a bridge beam "Go get them, Beserker..grow stronger so we can win. That's the goal, and nobody said we couldnt get a head start on the competition either", Shirumi whispered to the hulking companion. Beserker worked quick, he hit fast and struck hard as he killed off the ten passengers and the bus driver with a few strokes of the massive sword he carried. This was lucky too, because just as Beserker finished absorbing the mana from the dead passengers, police cars started showing up at the scene of what was labled as a "Terrible Bus Accident, Faulty Tires kill Sixteen" in the next morning's news cast.