Since the south pole decades ago when she met Lucas, she had been sporadically active, but it had looked like bullying instead of a fight.
In the previous, she hadn't felt death breathing down her neck, but she had given much of what she could. Moreover, it must also be said that the matchup was bad for her opponents.
As she reviewed the fight, her expression turned wry for a moment as she thought about the end. It seemed Lucas' penchant for fun and pursuing things of interest had infected her. She couldn't believe she ignored her advantages to engage in a slug fest with some alien she could have killed with less effort.
Still, that did help loosen her muscles and bones, while helping her get a more intuitive understanding of her physical capabilities.
As she finished her mental review, she focused back on the element she used, or rather the concept.
Cold.
