[Prefect loves this. There's a whole different set of sensations that go off in your mind when you're actually in a fight, as opposed to when you're just beating someone. The throb of adrenaline and pain going through him, the give and take of blows and damage, the closeness of fingers in hair or thumbs pressed against a windpipe.

It made his existence more certain.

His head is throbbing and hot when Rinzler crashes into him, and Prefect goes down, landing hard on his back under the Program. He throws his hands up, trying to guard his face and neck, while thrashing a leg out wildly. It's not much of an attack, but right now he barely cares anymore.]