Torgamez ((free)) [CONFIRMED × BREAKDOWN]

Before he could recover, Torgamez was already there, not with a sword, but with her bare hands. In the logic of The Crucible, it was an invalid attack. In the logic of Torgamez, it was the only one that mattered. She shoved him into the chasm he had tried to trap her in.

Torgamez, bleeding from a cut over her eye (phantom pain—the most dangerous kind), smiled. "Math doesn't know how to lose a rib." torgamez

She did something no one had ever done. She unplugged her safety limiters. Not her motor functions—her emotions . In The Crucible, fear, anger, and joy were filtered, smoothed out like static on a radio. Torgamez let the static roar. Before he could recover, Torgamez was already there,

The Crucible.

"You fight with desperation," he said, his voice echoing through her neural feed, calm and condescending. "I fight with mathematics." She shoved him into the chasm he had tried to trap her in