An energized surge  bolts through me like a zap of lightning. Feeling this rush of energy, I funnel my adrenaline in my body… holding it there… feeling it.

I steadily observe the others perform, still holding my motivation in place. I see them sprint. I see their determination. I see them feed on their enemies.

Turning my head to see the older one looking me straight in the eye, she gives me a reassuring nod. The rush, still filling my body as if I were a canteen bottle.

I felt my body getting warmer as I closed my eyes and imagined my attack. Sprint, turn, attack. Spring, turn, attack. Every second counts.

The moment came. She gave me the go signal.

Sprint, turn, attack.

And that was the moment my canteen bottle broke. I dashed down the vault runway, feeling my body. I turned over my round off like I was flipping a gigantic pancake, feeling my body. Finally, I attacked my full like I was a jaguar, attacking her prey.