The metal table let out a low vibration as Miller applied immediate pressure.
His face turned bright red as he strained his shoulder muscles to push down.
Veins bulged along his neck while he grunted under the intense physical effort.
Maya did not move an inch as her arm remained completely vertical and still.
Her posture remained relaxed while she watched his struggle with cold indifference.
Sergeant Miller: Push back if you can, little girl.
Maya: You are wasting your breath on words instead of strength.
Miller leaned his entire body weight forward to force her arm toward the table.
His combat boots slid slightly backward on the slippery polished concrete floor.
The watching soldiers gasped in surprise when Maya remained completely unmoved by him.
She stared into his wide eyes without showing any strain in her facial features.
The silence in the large room grew deeper with every passing second of conflict.
Maya: Is this the absolute best that you can manage, Miller?
Sergeant Miller: Shut your mouth and give up already.
Maya suddenly tightened her grip around his thick knuckles with immense power.
She drove his hand sideways toward the cold metallic surface with effortless motion.
A loud metallic bang echoed through the building as his knuckles struck hard steel.
Miller let out a sudden sharp cry of pain as his wrist bent back.
The surrounding soldiers stepped back in absolute shock at the unbelievable sight.
Miller cradled his throbbing hand against his chest with a pale face.
Maya: Your physical strength is just as weak as your character.
Before Miller could shout a reply, heavy footsteps sounded near the doorway.
An older man stepped into the mess hall dressed in a formal dress uniform.
Three bright silver stars glittered clearly on the collar of his stiff coat.
Every soldier in the room snapped to attention and saluted the incoming officer.
General Vance walked forward with his hands clasped firmly behind his back.
General Vance: At ease, everyone, stand down immediately.
His voice cut through the quiet room like a sharp metal blade.
Miller quickly tried to straighten his posture despite his intense hand pain.
General Vance: Your court-martial transfer has been finalized, Miller.
Sergeant Miller: Court-martial, sir, I do not understand.
General Vance turned his head slowly to look directly at Maya beside him.
General Vance: Commander Maya is taking full control of your unit today.