Literally. Never been set up for a combo before. 

Like. There's an entirely different. Entirely different category of things that become possible like that. There are things you just can't do if you have to be watching your left. There are moves that look great in display but never see use in real combat because the demand of balancing attack and defense rules them out. It's not even the same thing. Being able to move without watching your back, because you know [i]someone has got it[/i]? 

It's. It's like [i]she [/i]moved. This is how she could move like that. It wasn't just because she was built different. It was because. Because.

"Oh, uh," said Injimo, snapping out of it for a moment. "Sorry Cair. I kind of started thinking about stuff and zoned out for a second there."

The puddle of burning, frozen, poisoned mercury pooling in amidst the smouldering wreckage of the Stacks gradually congealed. Shivering, from the goo, arose a single limb - an arm, a hand, a thumb, raised.

"I guess I had some stuff I needed to work out," said Injimo. "Uh. But not against you specifically. We're cool, right?"

The hand collapsed into the puddle of goo. Gradually it raised up out of the puddle again, thumb raised again.

"Like, I probably could have given you a chance to surrender earlier, but this was the first time I'd ever been placed to use the Trifold Status Edge for real and did you -" she hovered uncertainly.

The hand slowly raised up out of the mercury again. This time it did not raise its thumb. Injimo watched as it slowly reached to the soot-blackened stone and traced a message in flawless cursive.

[i]IT WAS COOL[/i]

It was the rush all over again. The telepathic draconic joy snapped back into her head redoubled, the thrill of the fight revisited. Euphoria. The joy of your joy not having come at someone else's expense. The relief of having not hurt someone. To be granted permission to enjoy this feeling. The gratitude to everyone who made it possible. She almost wept.

Ah. Almost, nothing.