She shrugged. Yeah, she usually said that she was pretty awesome for doing that stuff, but it was usually in jest. Really, she was just a product of her own environment: a father obsessed with getting revenge, competence with weapon proficiency and generally, being raised in New York.

"Never really had anybody say anything positive about that unless its by my teacher or partner, so thanks. Helps to get the opinion of someone that isn't a demon overlord or a crazed viking."

Yes, moshing would be good. She somehow felt cheated by the rave that fizzled out a month ago, and so she closed her eyes, trying to hear the beat in her head, and moving accordingly.

Not that she could have told you why she was doing this to begin with.