[The tension snaps. Near silent, like an arrow having been drawn and released.
A body hits the floor a second later. If the spherical ball covered in spikes hasn't killed him, the angle of his neck will, after the man's head crashes into the concrete floor.
Seconds later, the spiked ball of magecraft contracts back out of existence. Not a drop of blood in sight. Leaving behind a perfectly clean corpse.
Sakura sits there, silent again, expression overrun with rage and fury she tries to cover with her hands.]
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A body hits the floor a second later. If the spherical ball covered in spikes hasn't killed him, the angle of his neck will, after the man's head crashes into the concrete floor.
Seconds later, the spiked ball of magecraft contracts back out of existence. Not a drop of blood in sight. Leaving behind a perfectly clean corpse.
Sakura sits there, silent again, expression overrun with rage and fury she tries to cover with her hands.]