"I have you pinned to the ground. This match was over before it even had the chance to properly begin. Now, give up so we can move on, okay?"
"Ha..Hahaha! Never!" Shiki Kazuma let out a snide laugh as he glared up at her. "You seem to be forgetting that I am a chosen representative of Myria! Something as pathetic as this will never make me–! GAK—ARGH!"
The words died in his throat when an invisible, suffocating pressure seized his throat, squeezing with the unrelenting force of an iron vice.
Kazuma's bulged pupils began to dilate with terror as he looked directly into Emelie's face.
"Yield," she commanded softly, her green eyes glowing slightly as she applied more pressure around his throat.
Kazuma clawed desperately at his neck, but his hands swatted wildly through the empty air in a despairing attempt to rip away whatever was crushing his windpipe.
