[ It doesn't come across as a falsehood. An option chosen of a few possibilities. Familiar. Revived.
She steps up onto mats, looking down at them, getting used to the adjustment of softer give under her feet. She comes an inch under six foot, rangy limbed and limber. Through the calm, uniquely precise thoughts cataloguing the threat before her, impressions and details winding sharper through her mind than the fluid progression of the average civilian, there is a reminder to herself: Don't kill her.
But beyond all this, a simple and restless need to fight. To be physical. To be close. It's what she's good at.
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[ It doesn't come across as a falsehood. An option chosen of a few possibilities. Familiar. Revived.
She steps up onto mats, looking down at them, getting used to the adjustment of softer give under her feet. She comes an inch under six foot, rangy limbed and limber. Through the calm, uniquely precise thoughts cataloguing the threat before her, impressions and details winding sharper through her mind than the fluid progression of the average civilian, there is a reminder to herself: Don't kill her.
But beyond all this, a simple and restless need to fight. To be physical. To be close. It's what she's good at.
She stops. Invites; ]
Hit me.