[vi does not remember this - it had been a different vi then, and she's a different vi now as the thrum of bloodlust pulses in her, makes her grit her teeth and scream out into the air.]

What do you mean we don't have to fight? Do you hear that?

[a gesture to the crowd.]

C'mon, let's see what those claws can do. Or are you as easy to beat as one of those crabs I bring home for lunch a couple times a week?

[a 'bring it' gesture with her new gauntlets - the articulation lets her do that now. thanks, viktor.]