What Do You Feel?
 
 
From a Saiyan’s POV.
 
Essay:  How do you feel about fighting?
Be descriptive.
500 words or more.
 
 Salty.  It smells salty…and a little like musk.  The
smell, it makes my blood boil, like wildfire is
running through me, setting every nerve, every cell on
fire.  It is also… refreshing.  I feel more ‘here’,
like I was not alive before.  Like I was only going
‘through’ life and not ‘living’ it.  I am…aware.
 The pain.  I do not want it, but I ‘need’ it.  It
forces me to become faster and stronger.  I do not
want to feel the pain so I have to become better.  But
sometimes, the pain, it feels so sweet.  Its kiss lets
me know I am alive.  It gives me both limits and a
goal.  It is an opponent in itself, one I must
overcome, one I must surpass, to defeat the warrior
who battles me.
 The sounds.  Even breaths become ragged and deep. 
Does he exhale when he is about to attack?  Do I?  Is
he behind me or off to the side?  Just under my nose? 
Will his steps become loud and clumsy, as he grows
tired?  Will I become detectable as I grow tired or
will I remain silent as owls’ wings?  What other
sounds would there be?  The snap of a gi?  Or only the
ripple of cloth on wind?  What would my opponent be
wearing?  What would I be wearing?  Would our attire
give our movements away like the jingle of a necklace
or conceal them like a cape?
 The flow of soft skin over hard muscles is
hypnotizing.  A good opponent gives you a sense of awe
in battle.  The speed of a crane mixed with the grace
of a swan, the deadliness of a cobra, and the strength
of a tiger.  The warrior who reaches that becomes the
ultimate prize, a dragon: a creature of both deadly
grace and fetal beauty.  Such a creature must be
dominated.  I must dominant the man who is dragon; I
must best such a being… claim him.
 My heart pounds in my chest as the battle rages on. 
I lick sweat from my lips and some blood too, the
taste excites me more.  What would his blood taste
like?  My senses are almost unbearably sharp.  I am
aware of everything going on around me, the twittering
of the birds in the far off distance, a wisp of wind
cooling my heated body, the chirp of a tiny cricket,
then deafening silence that almost hurts my ears.  But
will any of it give my opponent away?
I know, something just told me.  A sound acting as my
little spy perhaps, maybe pure instinct, but I know
his next move.
Something runs with the inferno…pleasure.  The longer
the battle the more of it I feel.  I can feel myself
spiraling higher like I am getting drunk off it.  The
battle reaches its climax and my rapture peaks with
it.  Will I claim him this day?  Will he claim me
instead?  A stalemate?  The final blow, what will it
be?  I am in seventh heaven.
 
 Ultimate ecstasy.