There's times, where the motions are so precise, yet sequenced. When they flow together just as they are meant to. Where you and your opponent move in tandem through the steps. And when the beat of your heart guides the tempo.

Where limbs and hands swing in time to the unheard music and there are only the two of you. In motion. Forward and back. Pull apart then come together.

Like ... dancing ... yes, that's how it is.

Isabelle loses herself in the rhythm for just a while. The hum of the electronics, the bass of the engines, the treble timbre of swords on steel. The pace picks up - [i]Allegro[/i]. And, it's with the faintest of resistance that Isabelle completes her turn. The Emberlight coming to a rest with a flourish of a non-existent skirt.

Silence reigns briefly as Isabelle's mind emerges from the flow-state that had been the battle. Taking into account Kiriala's words. The state of her mech and the battlefield all around them.

Eventually, she remembers she's meant to reply. Probably something humble, or demurring from the compl-.

"... [i]Damn[/i] right it was!"

[i]Huh, I guess the adrenaline is still kicking in. Oh yeah, there is goes. Hands shaking a little.[/i]

"Now come on." she says, taking a steadying breath and moving to keep the Ginger Tiger from toppling over.

"Let's get you back to the hangar. You've got repairs to do and a shuttle to catch."