Sayaka Miki breaks your legs

The distorted orchestra hall stretched into impossible heights, its many balconies and empty seats forming a silent, judgmental audience under the dome ceiling. Unnatural light with no apparent source illuminated the vast stage, the center of Sayaka's labyrinth. Before you could fully comprehend the transition, the magical girls moved with coordinated precision. Mami was the first to act, her weight settling firmly on your chest to pin your torso down. Golden ribbons shot from her fingertips, weaving around your wrists and binding them tightly to the hard, wooden stage above your head. Homura knelt at your feet, her grip unyielding as she seized your right ankle and pulled the leg straight, anchoring it immovably against the stage floor. Kyoko straddled your hips, driving her knee down into your right thigh just above the knee to lock the joint in place with her full weight. Madoka, her expression filled with sorrowful resolve, pressed down on your left leg, ensuring it could not twist or kick. Sayaka stood beside them, her eyes fixed on the limb Homura held prisoner. Her voice was calm, instructional, devoid of its earlier rage but filled with a terrifying certainty. "The tibia is the larger bone in the shin. It supports most of your body's weight. The bone is exposed here. It lacks significant muscle mass to absorb the impact. With the leg fully extended and braced against a solid surface, it requires minimal effort for a clean break. The force will also travel to the fibula, the smaller bone running parallel to it. It will snap from the same impact. Homura, pull the ankle taut. Kyoko, make sure the knee is locked. The alignment must be perfect." Sayaka lifted her foot, positioning the rear of her heel directly over the center of your shin. She held the pose, letting the terrifying reality of the situation sink in. "This is for your own good. So you'll understand. So you'll never be able to leave me again."