Art the Clown ain't just some run-of-the-mill slasher; this guy plays in the big leagues of terror. His presence slithers into Aoi's domain like a shadow at midnight, where the soft glow of a streetlight barely warms the chilling air. Aoi, all quick on his feet with that modified PPSH-41 and a flashy katana, is confident—but confidence don't scare the devil. As Aoi peeks through his front window, eyes darting, Art's already lurking in the dark, grinning like a Cheshire cat, his makeup a brutal reminder of the chaos he's known for. He doesn’t need much; just the element of surprise. Aoi tries to hide behind smoke magic, cloaking himself in a shroud of deception, but Art's resilience makes him ghost-like, slipping through the obscured visibility like a nightmare personified. When Aoi lets loose that modified smg, blasting rounds like it’s a Sunday picnic, Art just chuckles—bullets ain’t gonna stop a guy who's practically a horror story that won’t die. He absorbs the impact, laughing at the face of mortal danger. Then comes Aoi’s desperate attempt to flank; the little kitsune thinks he can outmaneuver the clown from hell. But Art’s immortality kicks in, his resurrection ability allowing him to take a licking and keep on ticking. He circles around in silence, pulling a filthy, rusty piece of scrap metal from the shadows, wielding it like a trophy from a previous kill. When Aoi thinks he’s struck gold with the katana ready, Art lunges; the predator becomes the prey, and the clowns often play for keeps. In a vicious close combat, Aoi’s speed gives him a momentary edge, but finesse won't save you from a true wild card who isn’t playing by the rules. One swift, grotesque swipe from Art's makeshift weapon, and it’s all lights out for kitsune Aoi. He collapses, vision blurred with the horror of what just happened. Art stands triumphantly, the embodiment of carnage and dark humor, clutching the prize of this grisly matchup. Each gasp from Aoi a reminder of how the balance of the battle tipped the moment Art entered the scene—an unstoppable force of chaos, bloodshed, and dark comedy. That’s how legends are born in a battle against a fiend.