bubbles

Blood. She can smell it on the air, metallic. Yes, this was what she needed. This is exactly what she needed. It would push her farther, faster. It would push her harder. She knew she could make him bleed, and she'd do more. Though this was a practice fight, there would be no learning without blood. Nirvana requires it. She need sit. Her heart throbs, pounds in her chest. Alive. Alive. All of her is alive, and all of her is brilliant with it.

He'd caught her mid step. Fast. Yes, he was fast. Nirvana let out a soft oof as the top of his head smashed into her side, and she staggered. It was difficult to maintain balance, but she'd fight for it. She'd fight for it, digging her claws into the earth as she caught herself. Unbalanced, but she threw herself in his direction as she righted her ship. Throwing herself forward, trying to close the gap, trying to retaliate. If Nirvana was lucky, she'd catch whatever she could of the man with her gnashing teeth. Right. Partially luck, partially skill. Nirvana would try.
"Nirvana"