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The rocket rams into William, sending him tumbling but not knocking him down. “Why tear your toy when you can still play with it?” Joker did not pull the brake. He will ram him again and again, watch him stumbling like a drunk man, limbs flailing, blood gushing out of him, his body deflating like a balloon with every hit. “Until he is no fun to play with...” The rocket jerks forward after the bump, but William side-steps it. His right arm is bent awkwardly. “I’ll break every single limb of yours. One by one,” Joker smirks, swerving his rocket to the right. But something tugged at it. William has gripped the rocket’s handle, straining himself against its momentum, his feet peeling grass as they are dragged. The rocket veers off course, violently swung to the left. The brake screams; Joker screams — As the rocket charges straight into a wall.
His opponent is sent flying, hitting the ground with a roll. Unanimous cheers erupt from the crowd.
The rocket slams into the wall, its brandished armour crumbling inwards, squashing its gas tank. It erupts, sending ripples through the night: The trees bow, the buildings tremble, and moonlight seems to be distorted for a moment.
He breaks his roll and screams. His rage is deafening even with the cheering, whistling and excited chatter of the crowd.