Dawn Cicada's fingers slowly tightened. The plush doll in her hand was squeezed out of shape as her voice flowed like velvet. "I've changed my mind. I'll take my time killing you."
The moment she finished, she hurled BS-Rita straight into the swarm of robots below.
The rules of the game stated that players couldn't use skills on each other—but clever players always found ways to twist the rules and do what they wanted, to defeat who they wanted.
As BS-Rita was thrown downward, Dawn Cicada dove after her. She knew her target wouldn't fall that easily.
It wasn't that she believed in BS-Rita's strength—it was that she trusted that one's judgment.
The platinum helm of the ship appeared beside the plush doll's tiny paw. A gentle flick, and Rita vanished, reappearing in the initial room.
The rules only said the game zone would be sealed, not that players couldn't leave. If she could slip out, that was her ability. She'd just return before the timer ran out.
