Crawfish desperately resist, splattering bodily fluids as they flail their claws—but no match for the thick soles of her boots. Miku-chan stomps them flat with rhythmic jogging steps, panting heavily, turning it into a sport. Pain? Fear? Those feelings vanish in an instant. With loud, squelching pops, she slowly grinds her feet down, savoring every crushing sensation, the boots creaking as she lingers on the sensation rather than ending it quickly. Gradually, the crawfish lose all form, turning into a mushy, squishy mess that collapses sideways. She toys with the remains freely, jumping, shifting, and crushing them at will.