Wow, that was loud. And overwhelming. Very overwhelming. Like…

[b]“Wow.”[/b]

How was she even supposed to react to this? While the strawberry blonde Avatar was originally planning to step in and do something like beat up the Outlaw that was beating up her friend, she wasn’t exactly sure what she should do now. After all, it was looking less and less like a gritty fight between two players and more like a staged battle between two wrestlers, screaming out speeches that established their role as face or heel. They were so serious about it all that she couldn’t even laugh it off as a cringe-worthy joke or whatever else, and after Azga ended off with a sparkling finale, the Midnight Soloist sorta just stood there and smiled her vacant ‘I don’t understand’ smile.

Well, at least Moon Rider’s instructions still made sense: kill all Outlaws.

[b]“Okay then,”[/b] Yuuki chirped, walking up to the paralyzed Arms Slave. She was a bit jealous about how he got the same ‘multiple arms’ deal, but could equip weapons on top of that, and decided that it would be best if she removed that first. Unceremoniously pushing him face-first onto the ground, she stepped on his back, two of her Heavy Arms click-clacking around before grabbing his shield-bearing arms and pulling them up towards her, until they couldn’t naturally bend back any farther. Her third Heavy Arm, converted into a Land Demolisher, placed itself against Arm Slave’s spine, cocked and ready. With everything set, the petite girl hopped onto the top of the Land Demolisher, took a selfie and said to herself, [b]“Guess I’ll start by tearing out the roots.”[/b]

If Arm Slave’s arms could stretch for another half-meter, the Avatar should be fine, outside of a piledriver to the spine.

If they couldn’t though…then clearly, he should have invested in rubber arms instead of fleshy arms.