{ Metal's fast -- made clear by the way the air almost seems to burn around her. But she's going in a straight line, almost challenging Amy to swing. Closer, closer... coming in hot. }
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big nervous grin
{ Metal's visible now. Flying past once -- only to spin back around a good distance away. Coming in faster and faster, claws beared. }
{ It's getting closer. The familiar hum of a machine built to destroy. Metal's en-route, to... somewhere. }
