I twisted his arm sharply, using his own weight to flip him over. My movements were smooth and calculated, landing with a fluid motion.
*Crack*
"As you won't have your arms to do so," I added, my voice steady and cold.
I sat in front of him, my legs folded comfortably beneath me. Both of Blazer's broken arms lay in my grasp, hanging limply like lifeless branches. The arena was alive, shaking with chaos as the announcer's voice pierced the air.
"CUTIEPIEEEEE!! HAS DONE IT!! SHE HAS BROKEN BOTH THE ARMS OF BLAZERRRR!!"
The crowd screamed, their voices rising to the heavens in excitement. I let their cheers wash over me, though my gaze remained fixed on Blazer, whose upside-down head was just inches from my lap. He wasn't moving—no struggling, no screams of pain—just silence. His breath barely stirred the air.
