Rivals Waaa Waaaaa May 2026

Lil’ Squall just smiled. She stepped forward, cupped her hands around her mouth, and let out a noise that shouldn’t have been possible from a human throat. It was high, piercing, and wobbled with a desperate, cartoonish sorrow:

The shockwave hit Magnus like a tidal wave of pure, pathetic despair. He tried to counter—to roar back with a powerful battle cry—but his voice cracked. All that came out was a tiny, humiliated Rivals WAAA WAAAAA

“Not even close,” she whispered. Then she closed her eyes, thought of every minor inconvenience she’d ever suffered, and let out the triple-crescendo: Lil’ Squall just smiled