"CUTIEPIEEEEEEEEE!!!!"
Seraphine's scream pierced through the arena, cutting through the shocked silence like a blade. Her voice quivered with desperation as her wide eyes stayed fixed on me
There I was, suspended mid-air, Blazer's hand piercing through my chest. Blood dripped from the wound, pooling on the stage beneath us.
Blazer stood still, his hand buried deep in my chest, his face calm and utterly unbothered.
"Not interesting enough," he muttered, his voice low but carrying enough weight to send a shiver through the silent stadium.
The announcer, his voice trembled.
"Is this… the end of our strong, sexy fighter? Is this the end of Cutiepie?! Blazer has struck her down in a single blow!"
Whispers broke out, hushed and uncertain, as they started saying that it was bound to happen because Blazer is already champion and I am no one.
