Going back in time a little,
Arena 24 was in a deadlock. The 19 contestants glared at each other in splendid unison. They were wary of each other. Sarcony patiently waited in a corner to ambush the strongest one. But, as if deemed by fate, the 19 contestants statred fighting each other. From the way of launching attacks to the way of defending against them, everything looked way too immature to Sarcony.
WHY ARE THEY USING SO MANY WASTED MOVEMENTS, WHAT'S WITH THIS DISGUSTING PERFORMANCE, ARE THEY IN A BATTLE OF " WHO DOES THE TRASHIEST PERFORMANCE? " Sarcony was extremely angered at their abominable battle. Unable to bear it any more, she nocked 3 arrows on her bowstring and fired them at once, towards the strongest person, the spirit seeker, who had a constant shield of spiritual energy in addition to the battle dress. She even nocked 2 extra arrows after firing them thinking he wouldn't be completely defeated. But to her dismay, the strongest, as she perceived, was grandly blown away, collided with the arena wall, and collapsed, the red shield enveloping him as he slid down. The arena wall almost collapsed with a crater, the shape of the boy, finger thick cracks expanding radially. The arrows were atomised instantly.
EHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!! IS THIS A JOKE, HOW COME A SMALL PRE-EMPTIVE ATTACK LIKE THAT ONE ENDED UP ELIMINATING THE STRONGEST ONE AMONG THEM????????? Sarcony thought. But, something deep within Sarcony's soul jolted when she uttered the word joke. All of a sudden, Sarcony lost control of her body. Meanwhile, the arena was dead silent. The contestant who gave them enormous pressure was blown away all of a sudden. And the person who blew him was smiling(?) at them while emitting dangerous aura. Her face was in complete contrast with her irksome mood though. She gave off a different vibe from her original character.
Sarcony, from a spectator point of view, observed her body being controlled by something, no someone. who somehow made her face successfully contort in a sadistic smile. " You guys want to play so badly, I am happy to accompany you. " She gave an even bigger smile. It was then the contestants were thrown in to hell. Only a little later did they realise it but it was too late. They could only despair under the severe pressure she put on them afterwards.
She jumped right into the crowd after throwing her bow and quivers away. Using a roundhouse kick to sweep all of them off their feet, she successfully collected their rage points. With bloodshot eyes due to dust entering them, they stood up and glared at them. " Oya, are you all spineless insects, not having mettle to attack a little girl? I am surprised, no horrified, at your cowardice. " She provoked them with an obvious mocking tone. Enraged, they all attacked at once in an offensive collaboration without any prior planning whatsoever. Her provocation was very effective.
Dodging everything like a fairy dancing in the sky, gracefully, she continuously irritated them with sharp/barbed comments like: " Oya! that was easy, if your sword was just two fingers longer, it would have hit me, my fingers that is. " " Whoa! that was a near miss, had you been a tad faster, I would have taken a defensive posture, losing the upperhand " " Hyahaa! this is so fun, you people are making battle royale a toddler's game. So much fun " " There, there. You are learning fast. If only you practiced for another 2 years, you would have been the first one I'd like to eliminate. " She disheartened them so much with her stinging feedback that their already shabby collaboration got even worse, increasing the sharpness of her dialouges. This vicious cycle continued for a while.
As if it were the most natural thing, 10 of the contestants were swiftly eliminated. Meanwhile, in Sarcony's mindspace, two little girls were having a catfight, grappling and biting and scratching each other. THIS IS MY BODY, I SHOULD BE THE ONE CONTROLLING IT. NO WAY, THIS IS MY BODY TOO, WHY DON'T YOU LET ME HAVE THE FUNNNNNNNNNN......... the girls were fighting over who should control her body. The cheeky, bubbly self of Sarcony somehow condensed into a secondary conciousness that took the form of a little girl, identical to Sarcony's original self. As they battled for supremacy inside, Sarcony's body, controlled by the bubbly Sarcony, continued to mock and tease the remaining competitors while casually eliminating them one by one.
The number of contestants fell to 7. That was when a huge change happened.