If someone asked you what weapons you would choose in a fight, you'd probably say guns, knives, or bombs—catastrophic tools that spell death everywhere they go.
But on that day, everyone was surprised that coffee, the very coffee we drink, could turn into a dangerous weapon.
Zabi was caught in a web of strings—frozen strings structured like thorns—that nailed him up like a prize you'd find in a competition, displayed for anyone to see.
Armstrong won. Somehow, a guy with coffee as a weapon had won a fight against one of the strongest individuals in the Turtle Company. That thought alone brought the soldiers down to their feet as Armstrong turned his attention to the fallen Ross.
That was until—
"Don't… be… so quick thinking that you won!"
Zabi interjected, speaking in broken gaps caused by the lack of air in his lungs. His braided hair had fallen over his face, making him look like a psychopath.
