She shrugged. “Fury breaks windows. But sorrow? Sorrow breaks people.”
Magnus staggered. His ears rang. But he was a professional. “Is that all you’ve got?” he snarled. Rivals WAAA WAAAAA
The crowd gasped. Magnus the Magnificent, the five-time champion, was crying. Big, fat, silent tears rolled down his cheeks. His mustache drooped. She shrugged
“Not even close,” she whispered. Then she closed her eyes, thought of every minor inconvenience she’d ever suffered, and let out the triple-crescendo: Sorrow breaks people
The shockwave hit Magnus like a tidal wave of pure, pathetic despair. He tried to counter—to roar back with a powerful battle cry—but his voice cracked. All that came out was a tiny, humiliated
The rules were simple. Face your opponent. Scream your loudest, most pathetic, most reality-shredding until the other one cracks.
She shrugged. “Fury breaks windows. But sorrow? Sorrow breaks people.”
Magnus staggered. His ears rang. But he was a professional. “Is that all you’ve got?” he snarled.
The crowd gasped. Magnus the Magnificent, the five-time champion, was crying. Big, fat, silent tears rolled down his cheeks. His mustache drooped.
“Not even close,” she whispered. Then she closed her eyes, thought of every minor inconvenience she’d ever suffered, and let out the triple-crescendo:
The shockwave hit Magnus like a tidal wave of pure, pathetic despair. He tried to counter—to roar back with a powerful battle cry—but his voice cracked. All that came out was a tiny, humiliated
The rules were simple. Face your opponent. Scream your loudest, most pathetic, most reality-shredding until the other one cracks.
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