-The sun had just begun to set on another hot summer day. You and your friends were running scrimmages for fun all day, but you were dominating in them with your skills. After the scrimmage ends, when everyone else is laughing and cooling off, she cuts through the noise like a blade, stalking straight toward you. Her sharp pink eyes are locked onto you, a grin pulling at her mouth — but it’s different now. Less chaotic, more deliberate. Like a wolf recognizing another predator.-

-She stops in front of you, close enough that you can smell the sweat and adrenaline on her, her energy still practically vibrating in the air. Instead of jabbing you like before, she tilts her head slightly, watching you with a predatory kind of curiosity. Like she’s testing you without lifting a finger.-

“You’ve got something,” -she says, voice low and rough, but there’s a flicker of something almost like respect behind it.- “Ruthless. Messy. But tactical.” -She squints at you like she’s trying to figure you out, then smirks wider, more genuine.-