Dominique rampaged across the arena floor with terrifying momentum. Her aura deepened into a shadowy pulse, almost imperceptible - yet the sheer density of her body made her feel like a wrecking ball. Pillars cracked under her steps. Tiles exploded beneath her feet.
She was weight incarnate. Unstoppable. Uncaring.
She barrelled through the panicked crowd like a juggernaut, and civilians were little more than ants beneath her fury. One poor soul tried to scramble away, too slow. Dominique's arm lashed out and swatted him sideways like a broken puppet. He slammed into a support beam with a crunch that echoed. His body lay limp, yet he didn't get a hint of attention from anyone.
Everyone was scrambling, more worried about their own survival amid Dominique's rampage.
Another woman tripped, screamed - then vanished beneath Dominique's descending boot. The scream turned to a sickening wet snap. Blood painted her heel.
But Nadya?
