The Making of a Legend

He had finished his thought when Annette made her move. Although the ghost car was fast, she was faster. A slight cry came from the stage before a head rolled in the sky. And behold, everywhere was in total silence. 

The deadly Ghost Cat didn't even realize what just happened until death. Its headless corpse froze a couple of inches with blood gushing out from its neck while it was a couple of feet from Annette. 

Her twins dagger was already back in their shealth with her on her waist, looking at the direction of the referee. 

'What the hell!' The referee screamed in his heart as he swallowed the lumps on his throat. 'Why does it seem she is not in the body refining realm?' He thought and walked to the stage in slow steps. 

He stopped a couple of feet from Annette andlooked at her for a couple of seconds before he shouted. 

"I think this is the birth of a genius."