Futility of the weak!

"Hahaha! That's what you get for angering me! My silver ball of obliteration isn't like a bomb. It's more like a torture device. You fool, you will feel it scorching your skin, shattering all of your bones, melting your veins and organs before you turn to dust! By the time the blinding silver shine dies, there will be no traces left of Elliot in this world! Hahahaha!" Linda, the merciless and cruel lady, said while laughing at the top of her lungs.

She already believed herself to be the winner. Victory is mine. These words filled her thoughts. There was no way a hillbilly was going to survive the attack of a princess like her, after all!

Suddenly, all such thoughts in her mind came crashing down as the calm and taunting voice of the man she wanted to obliterate sounded out of the bright silver glow, reaching everyone's ears, surprising Linda to the point her eyes widened so much that her eyeballs threatened to pop out of their sockets.