I turn up the volume and let the music coax out my inner beast, as I mentally map out how I’m going to dominate this match. Talon always makes fun of this part of my pre-fight routine. He doesn’t understand my need to visualize beating the shit out of someone, especially when I don’t know who my opponent is yet. Unfortunately, it’s just one of the many things I’m not able to explain to him. Traces of whatever it is that exists inside of me light up throughout my body.
