Find bigger stuff to destroy

The biggest, baddest and hardest thing on the entire construction site that you can see is the wrecking ball, hanging from a crane like a plump prune.

Sophie: "Hwaaa... if this doesn't sate me, I might have to rob a jewlery store and start crushing diamonds with my bare hands."

Steadfast, you stroll underneath the elevated ball, weighing five metric tons, and lift it casually with a single outstretched arm. Then, you eliminate fingers one by one until you're supporting the gigantic lump of steel with the pinky of your paw.

Sophie: "Pheh. So pathetic."

You jump onto the wrecking ball with a single effortless leap. With a firm tug, you sever the hefty cable, while still holding both severed ends of the cable. Dangling between them, even with outstretched arms, feels light and natural like doing aerial silks in zero G. With one bolsterous tug, you swing the massive wrecking ball clear in a magnificent arc above your head, unfortunately severing the crane's neck in the process.

With feline grace and agility, you drop down upright on your feet, the wrecking ball landing half a second later clear through the asphalt with a window-shattering slam.

Sophie: "This could prolly make for a neat weapon. Just needs a bit of tweaking to make it more wieldy..."

In saying that, you press your pencil-tipped bowling-ball breasts into the solid steel, easily creating two picture-perfect indentations. Then you give the wrecking ball a great big hug, compressing it into the shape of a cored apple in one fluid motion, with zero leverage. Making sure to leave the hitch untouched, you fold and mold the car-sized tool of destruction into a neat little five-ton beachball.

Holding the steel cable in one hand, you hoist up this new toy of yours and wield it like a morning star.

Sophie: "Wicked! Let's see how fast this baby can roll."

You twist the steel cable around your wrist and begin to spin around wildly. An incredibly dangerous thing to do, unless you happen to be an invulnerable super catgirl - a normal person would only sever their hand doing so. Quickly enough, you've attained a speed of 1200 rpm, and look like a spinning top. By ever-so-slightly adjusting your angle, you launch off into an indiscriminate direction, instantly destroying everything in your path. The unfinished concrete wall that you previously demolished now gets pulverised as you ram through it. From there you crash through a bank, not even noticing as your weapon carves its way through the vault and ten layers of brick wall.

You mash your feet down and **** yourself into a full stop, in a meneuver that would surely break your ankles if you weren't absolutely, totally invulnerable. The long steel wire keeps spinning, and wraps you up in twenty layers of twenty-ton rated cable.

You, of course, sever these cables effortlessly and in a fluid motion, like a figure skater raising her arms after a stupendous finale.

Sophie: "That was fun! But I've still not had my fill of carnage. What on Earth could I do...?"