[ kanaya strides out onto the field with her chainsaw at her side. her steps are slow, deliberate, her shoulders hunched, the bags under her eyes deeper than usual, and her glow flares brightly. two other girls about her age in the same situation, and she's expected to kill them. but what had they ever done? they were perfect strangers to her, and if they'd done something to justify her putting them to an end, she certainly wasn't aware of it. she only knew one person in this ring who she knew without a doubt deserved to die.
she casts a cold stare across the cheering crowd, the inactivity only making them louder, then back to her assigned opponents. she raises her weapon until it's parallel with the ground and holds it there a moment, then unceremonious loosens her grip on the handle, letting it fall. it hits the ground as a harmless tube of lipstick, presenting no threat whatsoever. her gaze passes between minako and rin both as she finally speaks. ]
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she casts a cold stare across the cheering crowd, the inactivity only making them louder, then back to her assigned opponents. she raises her weapon until it's parallel with the ground and holds it there a moment, then unceremonious loosens her grip on the handle, letting it fall. it hits the ground as a harmless tube of lipstick, presenting no threat whatsoever. her gaze passes between minako and rin both as she finally speaks. ]
You need to kill me.