Zaerine's body dropped hard onto the mat after Sheeva released her from yet another torturous hold. Her body felt like it was broken. The blood elf could barely move. It was all that she could do to drag herself to her hands and knees, desperately able to finally crawl away from the torment.
No, Sheeva wasn't done yet. She was just taking a break to show off for the stands.
One hand grabbed Zae by the ponytail, while another gripped the top of her head and wrenched her head back. Sheeva knew the crowd would want to see the fear in her face. Well, Sheeva wanted to see that, anyway.