126 What are you? A Chihuahua?

Tilting my head to the side with apparent curiosity, I stood above the young man calling himself Overwatch High, who was frozen in place due to the effect of my talent.

"Ho hum, such a weak mind, easy to control…easy to break," speaking with a chipper tone, I slowly lifted my leg, then…

SNAP

I slammed my foot down directly on the poor Ranker's kneecap, instantly popping it like a grape and shattering the nearby bones.

The sudden action was enough to cause Overwatch High's eyes to burst out in tears, as a distinct acrid smell, apart from Body odor, wafted up to my nose from below, causing a frown to creep onto my mask-hidden lips.

"Oh…did the poor little groupie piss himself? What are you, a chihuahua, leaking out some dribble at the first sign of danger? How disappointing." Stepping up onto Overwatch High's shattered leg, I walked across his body, causing damage as I went.