"According to the facility's rules, I haven't broken a single one. Have I?"
Nina Jacobs looked down upon the referee standing below her.
The rules for the combat tournament allow killing, but they make no mention of killing spectators.
The referee was instantly terrified by her gaze.
He suspected that if he provoked her any further, she wouldn't hesitate to kill him.
"N-no, no violations."
The referee replied hastily.
"You can announce the results now. He's lost."
Nina Jacobs gestured toward the immobilized Dominic Sloan.
Tiny Stone Spikes, like falling rain, surrounded him. He couldn't move an inch.
"M-match three... Team 1... Nina Jacobs of Team 1 is the winner."
The referee announced hastily.
Watching Nina Jacobs slowly descend from the fighting platform, his legs finally gave out, and he slumped against the wall.
'When did a monster like her show up in this correctional facility...'
