Making myself proud

Panic wanted a nice spar, she wished to improve her skills and specially test them against someone else. She stood in the dust, eyes open and her posture confident, head high and a blank expression. She wanted to kick someone's ass, and do so with pleasure. She's been aching to fight for so long, to have fun while she let others suffer under her paws. She was to rise, to rise at any cost, in any ways regardless if others saw them as mean or cruel. Life was cruel, so why couldnt she be cruel too? She howled to announce her desire to fight to whoever wished to come to her and find out who would win this match.

"the talking"